Category: My French Husband
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Rocking Out to the Wildest Evening Desiring Sleep
Some people are just rude. Their rudeness cannot be overshadowed even when you are kind to them. Maybe they do not seem rude to their friends, but most likely, their friends are rude too. Perhaps not one hundred percent rude,…
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French Texture
French texture… After thirty-five years, married to a Frenchman, having children, doing business, and living in France, I have lived longer in France than in my native homeland California by five years. I could ask myself: "How does it feel…
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Thirty-Five Years Ago
Dang, that is a long time, and still, my French is far from perfect, and I do not write it at all. Thankfully, the language of love is perfect in its imperfection. Last night while we were having dinner at…
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New Year Dip in Cassis
To welcome the year, we decided we would dip into the sea, a renewal, a baptism, a fresh start… Or, as my mother said, "Don't call me if you are sick tomorrow; you are crazy! You are…
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A Friday Night Adventure
A week ago, I wasn't feeling well and had Yann take me to the hospital emergency. As we were driving there, Yann told me his heart was racing; I had a fingertip pulse oximeter with me, so I put it…
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A Short FaceTime Video Where We Are Goof Balls
FaceTime is second best to being with our Grandchildren. Our friend Erika caught us being entertained by Olivia, who likes to touch people's noses. So, of course, we obliged.