Category: My French Husband
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Making Pancakes in France for French Husband
France doesn’t have Bisquick. I said it like a fact.Like saying the sky is blue or French has too many silent letters. Yann in his Frenchness reminded me,“We make crêpes. And galettes.”A pause.“We don’t make pancakes.” Agreed. Sure. Fine. Cultural…
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Got So Happy, So Distracted…
I realized I hadn’t posted to my blog. I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed and it dawned on me- Yann came home this late afternoon, we looked at each other and wonder what just happened- what a…
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A Bittersweet Homecoming
Winter jasmine greeted me against the blue sky, billowing with voluptuous clouds. The scent of almond blossoms filled the air. I lifted my face to the sun as I waited for Chelsea to come pick me up at the hospital.…
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The Way They Were, the way they are.
These two are clearly a couple. Bound together by history, gravity, and matching frames that were once gilded and beautiful. Time has not been kind. Nor has moisture. They are barely hanging on. She is attempting dignity, but dignity has…
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A Sneaky Persimmon
This afternoon I wandered out to my friends’ olive orchard, where one sunburst persimmon tree—heavy with golden fruit—stood like a jeweled guest among the silver leaves. Arnelle had just cut me a few branches for decor, their bright orbs glowing…
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Thank You for the Birthday Wishes
Thank you for the birthday wishes — we read them at dinner! Our friends Mari and Shelby invited us out to celebrate, and Mari took these photos of us. We had a wonderful evening, and right in the middle of…