Category: Living in France
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Say say oh Playmate….
Bright and early this morning Corey took the that super-duper fast train to Paris. I thought since she left I’d let you know…. By the way….Don’t you think I have the prettiest eyes and the cutest lips (?!) and to…
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French Immigration
Like other foreigners I had to go through the French immigration process to have my carte de resident (green card.) Because I was married to a Frenchman the paperwork to receive residence in…
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Sunday Afternoon
French husband and I went for a drive on Sunday afternoon. We stopped at this cafe because it look like a picture postcard, and seemed all alone. Cobbled stone steps made me wish I had worn flat shoes. French husband…
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On Top of the Table
Setting the table, placing the silverware alongside the plate, I imagine those who will sit around the table and dine. Hoping their stories will easily unfold like napkins, and that their laughter will be tossed about like a green salad.…
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Terms of Endearment
“Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn’t she call him Peanut-Butter?” Sacha asked when he was three. Some of the terms of endearment in French I don’t mind: Mon…
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Going Barefoot
My daughter is growing up. I stare at her is disbelief. Wasn’t it a few days ago that I was singing, "This little piggy goes to the market, this little piggy stays home?" Chelsea is looking at universities for next…