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Blog Flirt
The girl who usually writes this blog is at her nephew’s baptism. She asked me, Mademoiselle Flirt, if I’d mind to write…
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Newborn Nephew
Introducing, "Wonder Boy!" My youngest brother's and sister-in-law's newborn baby. Yesterday I held him from sunrise to sunset. Three things I know…
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Bonjour
It strikes me funny that being in my hometown I say, "bonjour" instead of hello, "pardon" instead of excuse-me, and "merci"…
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The Back Roads with my Dad
Down the lane we followed the blue sky with its white cotton candy clouds. My Dad said, "Hop…
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Guest Blogger: My brother Mathew Amaro
The secluded path on campus, near the creek, was dark that February afternoon. The recent storm was on its way North. I caught a glimpse of her eyes among the…
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The Heart
The voice of compassion speaks from a wounded heart. The heart that knows the price of love. The one that understands that love does…
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Out of the Mouth of Babes
My brother's four-year-old daughter was playing by his side while he was tinkering in his shop. At one point he accidentally dropped…
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The Back Door
The back door is the front door in my childhood home. Everyone uses it except people who are selling something, or those…
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Hen and Chickens
Do certain things remind you of someone? Hen and Chickens remind me of my Mom. Hen…
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Family Affair
Yesterday I called home to confirm to my parents our flight information. My little nieces and nephew where there. I had already…
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