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French Feast
The French love food! Right down to their pieds. They do it right, it is a ritual, in perfect timing with the church bells. From the white linen, to the…
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Her words spoke truth
While sitting on the balusters her thoughts had unfolded before her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, a never ending stream.…
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Time on her Hands
Chelsea, (my teen-aged daughter,) had already missed one bus to Marseille when the next bus passed her by! Racing…
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Song Catcher
Songs of life were swirling above her, it called to her as she walked by…as much as she wanted to…
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Singing in French
Growing up bilingual has its advantages, especially when you live in France and take English in school. Sacha and Chelsea…
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French Brocante Markets
Antiques stir my imagination! They whisper stories in my ear, when I am at the brocante market the parade of history and…
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Following your path
When you come to a fork in the road, where what you want is right in front of you, yet what is safe…
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Une Bonne Fille
Back home, she was considered a good girl, but in Paris, she was considered vraiment bien! When her Mother wrote asking if she…
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Carte Postal
Ma Chère, The letter begins like many others with a tender greeting. Though the force of the words that followed were…
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