Category: My French Husband
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Looping
The other night at dinner, an enjoyable dinner, bite after bite of delicious wonder French Husband casually said he was going to sell his ULM (plane). Well, I continued to casually sip my wine but inside I was…
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Being Carried Away on Cream Sauce
Touching the flower petals attached to her dress, matching the wreath her husband had made for her, she looked her friend straight in the eye and said, "He cooks." "No, he doesn't; he boils water, cooks plain pasta with butter,…
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Tour de France: Antiquing at a Used Bicycyle Shop
Glancing back at the table making sure everything is just right: Knives on the right and forks on the left is a big challenge for someone like me, who can't raise their right hand without thinking first of "The…
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Passage of Time
Crossing the threshold from Willows California to France (back in 1988) was not easy. Even though I was in love, and starting the journey of married life with…
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That Guy
That guy who I have on my hand… Oh I miss him. Just saying it out loud, XOXOX (Mersisi took this photo last summer.)