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Post Card Story
Back home, she was considered a good girl, but in Paris, she was considered vraiment bien! When her Mother wrote to her, she…
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Unseen
There you were in the midst of my dark night, in ways I could not understand but sensed it had to be something good, something true, something not needing…
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Honoring Our Desire
Songs of life were swirling above her, calling her as she walked by. As much as she wanted to enter into it, she doubted she could do it.…
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The Gift of Time
Most things take time. Which is easily forgotten- with cell phones, computers, the internet, Amazon Prime, cars, planes- The things in life are at our fingertips. Whatever we want when we…
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My Latest Brocante Find
Imagine that I have not gone out antiquing since September. Drug withdrawals cannot be this bad. Indeed, they are worse, this is my drug. Since I couldn’t go antiquing, I…
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The Christmas Tree Wonder
When Gabriel entered the park that he goes to every day, he noticed a recently installed massive Christmas tree. It stopped him in his tracks instant joyous emotion filled his…
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A Friday Night Adventure
A week ago, I wasn't feeling well and had Yann take me to the hospital emergency. As we were driving there, Yann told me his heart was racing; I had…
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A Guardian Angel
My friend Erika from California is visiting us. When she asked if she could stay with us, I admit I was selfish and did not tell her I wasn't feeling…
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