Category: My French Husband
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How Do You Get Over Your Fear?
His bomber jacket, 501s, grey sweater… long hair… it never changes. "Come fly with me! It is beautiful today." As much as I wanted to say yes, my fear got the best of me and I said, "I will go…
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Where do you let your Hair Down
French Husband and I took the motorcycle out for a spin. The first act of spring. With our coats unbuttoned and scarves left aside, we headed towards the sea. Riding up the Route de Crete, with the…
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How to Fall a Sleep in the Middle of the Night
I have read and reread the comments and emails you have sent me. Thank you for your good advice, helpful services offered and for telling me to put it down and then think about publication. Thank you for encouraging me…
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The Breakfast Cooker is my Champion
Scrambled eggs never tasted so good as they did when French Husband made them this morning. When the eggs touched my taste buds I knew that this was the food of the gods. I asked, "Whatever did you do to…
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Barking up the Right Tree
The TGV was running late, and my French Husband waited for me at midnight. Greeting him, I said, "Hi, Doll Face!" Looking bewildered with his tail between his legs, French Husband said, "Why do you call me Doug Face?" "Doug…
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Flying over Provence
I am waving to you… from the mosquito! Photos and details to come when I return to earth. Ooooooooooooooooooo me-o-my!