Category: Living in France
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A Mother and Child Reunion: Goodbye Cocoa Puffs and Donald Duck
How did I misplace my adventures of motherhood? Was it really this much work? Slowly the memories come to the surface. Three weeks after I had given birth to Sacha I found out that I had ovarian cancer. Sacha…
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The Angel with a Boxing Glove
Yesterday after noon I went to pick up my French niece and nephew. A smaller child maybe three years old came up to me in the playground. He pulled at my hand, and said in sweet baby French, "Your boy,…
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Do You Speak French?
The mothers gathered at the school gate wore their coats unbuttoned. I took off my scarf and stuffed it in my pocket. The Autumn day felt more like late summer than mid November. While waiting outside the school I…
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A Child’s French Dinner not made by Julia Child
My niece, Juliette had an opportunity to go to London for a week. Though the only thing holding her back was she needed a babysitter. She gave us a call. Family being family means lending a hand. We gave…
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How to Make Yourself at Home and the French Armchair Beauty Contest
Before the French Armchair Beauty Contest began, the French Armchairs quickly glanced over their shoulders to see who was who and who was wearing what. As the curtain rose the French Armchairs straighten their backs, tucked in their tummies, lift…
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How I came to meet my French Husband at the I-Beam in Twenty Steps.
View Larger Map Twenty steps to a new Life: 1986 Yann, (my French Husband) took a year off to travel through the U.S.A.. He had a childhood friend who lived in Chicago, so he went there first. Skylark was a…