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Go under the Mistletoe
She was ready with her, pink satin bow, powder-puff hand muff, and her very own kissing contraption to entice the boys.…
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Christmas Unwrapped
I wish I had the pleasure of having the secret I once had. Before Christmas I would sneak downstairs and gather my…
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Christmas List
Dear Darling Frenchhusband, Since you asked me what I want for Christmas, I am going to tell you exactly what I…
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Messages on the Path
There is a message waiting for us to be discovered in each step we take on…
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French Mustard
The French use mustard like Americans use ketchup. French fries with mustard. They like mayonnaise with French fries too,…
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Changing Hats
Looking innocent was her best cover. Sure some thought she was nothing more than sugar and spice. Others wrote her off as being plain nice. Certainly, when she wore a…
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Viewpoint
We each have a unique way of seeing that which surrounds us. Depending where we focus, there can be many angles which…
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Unravelling
A spool of fine silk thread sat on a linen cloth next to the floral sewing…
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French Lingerie
French women, (and men too,) have a passionate affair with food and lingerie. Bakeries and lingerie shops compete…
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The Empty Nest Feeling
My daughter Chelsea is in Terminal Bac S, (a senior in high school.) I asked her how her day went…
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