Category: Living in France
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The Brocante Rabbit For Easter
The first time I saw one of those rabbits at the brocante, I smiled wide with delight. I nearly tripped over myself reaching for it, as if someone else might snatch it away in that very second. Never mind that…
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Chelsea’s Chickens and Pickles
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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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Happy Sunday Indeed
My mother always used to say: when you’ve been unwell, the first day you feel better doesn’t count. Wait another 24 hours before getting up and going. My children, in their concern, extended this rule to 48 hours. I obliged.…
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The Crescent and the Ashes
For the first time in more than a century,Ramadan and Lent share the same reflective time.A rare alignment. A shared sky. On a rural road near my home, an oratory marks a symbolic threshold. These days, the air carries tension.Borders…
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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.…