Category: My French Husband
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Yann’s Birthday
It’s Yann’s birthday today.I’m lucky I get to share it with him. One of the things I admire most about Yann is this:No matter where we are—at home, with our grandchildren, with friends, visitors, in any work situation—he’s the same.…
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The Man, The Myth, The Underwear
My husband has a special relationship with his clothes. It’s a commitment. He wears them until they fall off. And not in a sexy way. Think more “archaeological dig” than “romantic striptease.” Now, I’m not talking about a favorite shirt…
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1988 Paris
“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” —Audrey Hepburn
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When We Were Young
My friend Erika sent me this photo of Yann and me. Paris, 1988
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Walking the Sand Dunes in Normandy
Yann’s mother has called Normandy her home for several years now. She moved there from Brittany, a region where she grew up, but ultimately left behind due to her age and not having any family nearby. She made the move…