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Longtime Dearest Friend
My friend Erika and I met when I was twenty-four years old and working for the Catholic Church in California. Erika was 14 years old. We became friends through…
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Chrysanthème in France
The differences between France and America are subtle. Take Mums and pumpkins, for example. Mums, a fall flower arrives in force in October. They spill out from the French…
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My Mother’s way to a Long Life
My mother’s way to a long life… -Have a passion that stirs you to get up and live. -Sleep, my mother sleeps uninterrupted nine hours every night. -Go outside as…
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Jet Lagged Zombie
My longtime friend, Erika, from California, is with me in Paris for a few days before heading home. The last two nights, jet lag has had a hold on me,…
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1988
A rare view of Yann and me in our first apartment in Paris. Christine gave me an unearthed photo taken by her sister and my late cousin Julie (who visited…
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Sleeping Beauties
A safe, though very bumpy, flight home. A few hours of sleep for them; most of the time, Gabriel was sleeping on me; when I returned from the bathroom, this…
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The Road Home
Far from the deserted country roads that are lined in golden hues, traced in grey, with blue herons standing solo upon unplanted fields due to the lack of water, we…
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Bittersweet
We have been happy to be here, and yet happy to go home, sad to leave, full of emotions gathered all in one. Tears will be shed. xxx
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Soon We will be Venturing Home
Golden fields, to the Golden Gate, to the golden domes of Paris, to my golden embrace.
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