French la Vie

Very early this morning I stepped out to our village’s bi-annual *brocante fair. As soon as the *mistral slapped my face I knew it was going to be a game…

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When two young people were to marry, one of the French traditions was to have an armoire crafted for their shared belongings. Marriage armoires, as they were called, had symbolic…

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Sometimes sitting on the couch has benefits; the medicine of sitting still with oneself. *18th century Swedish canape, reupholstered in rough linen. Cushions are a mixture of silk, linen, and…

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Enjoy the boredom, enjoy the silence, enjoy the sleepless night, enjoy the guilty feelings. Enjoy the traffic-jams, enjoy the pants that are too tight, and the glass that is half…

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I long to be aware of the moment before waking. To know it each morning–Before one world ends and another begins. Awareness of the transition, sleeping to awakening and awakening…

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When I was a little girl my Mother taught me how to set the table. Every evening the chatter went on in my head, "Fork on the left, knife on…

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1996 "Sacha it is my turn to sit in the middle!" Chelsea hopelessly said to her brother. "Mommy, tell Sacha to move, it is not fair he ALWAYS sits in…

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Put your best foot forward no matter how small or worn. Antique doll shoes, and two socks.

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A door hinge usually is an unnoticed detail in the scheme of things. The eye of the beholder’s attention is often placed on the door, or the entry, or the…

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First love…knowing my Grandmother’s secrets were for my ears only. First love…the smell of home after spending weeks away. First love…watching the birth of my nephew. First love…swimming in the…

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