Category: Living in France
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A Love Note Left to be Found
Sitting by Annie's side there is little to say. Especially when we see each other a few times a day. It doesn't matter if we talk or not. Often we hold hands. Annie's is soft and warm. It feels…
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My Beautiful Annie
Many of you have a special place in your heart for my dear friend Annie. Many of you have asked me how is she doing because I haven't written about her in awhile. It is not because I have…
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How to Drink while Working: Verre du Patron
The everyday view in France: The weekly market with the fish monger, the goat cheese stand, the "egg lady" with her brown eggs in a basket, the hourly church bells, the cafe tables with espresso cups and sugar cubes…
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On The Eve of Thanksgiving: How do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Three Words
(2007 Thanksgiving Conversation) Thanksgiving, like the fourth of July, and Halloween are not a French thing. Sacha is sad. Thanksgiving without a turkey is like Christmas without a Charley Brown Christmas Tree, or Halloween without a pumpkin. We are…
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Bringing up Bebe
On the ground, at the brocante, laid an old handwritten music book with a cut-out white heart attached to the front cover. Thumbing through the pages I stumbled upon a song called, "Les Anges de la France. The angels…
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When the Children are Home: Mom Blogs…
Back home. Alittle over eight hours door to door. We arrived around five in the morning. Chelsea, Sacha and French Husband took turns driving, I slept some, okay more than some. We did not see a speck of snow, it…