Category: Living in France
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Long Ago Childhood Remembered
These are photos of my children, Chelsea and Sacha, when they were little. Here they are in front of our home—they had set up a stand. Was it lemonade? Bouquets of flowers? Sweet nothings? I don’t recall- but I wouldn’t…
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August 22, Celebrated in Our Provençal Town
When France was occupied by the Nazis during World War II, they set up their headquarters in various large—and often beautiful—French homes throughout the country. My belle-mère’s (mother-in-law’s) parents’ home in Rennes was chosen for such a purpose. At the time, my belle-mère was…
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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen and the terrace, the beaded curtain hangs.While I cook, I…
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A Summer Note
Every summer for the last six years—Part of August—We arrive in Ardeche.Sun-drenched days.Swimming.Long shadows on the terrace.Doing not much of anything.Loving every minute of it. Arnelle and Rodger—Dear friends,Lend us their incredible home.Not just a house—But something wrapped in soul…