Category: Living in France
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Zut Alors
One of the very first French words I learned when I came to France was, "Zut". Simply, because Yann's mom said it often enough. The way she said it, and when she would say it, I figured it had to…
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Moi
Nearly eighteen years ago I started this blog… every day some little note is added. I grew up in a small rural town called Willows My journey included a million first cousins, four brothers, studying depth psychology, praying, cooking, and…
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On the Train to Paris
Memories of our plane ride to California came rolling in as we took the three hour plus TGV from Marseille to Paris.We went back with Chelsea and the little ones as Yann had a meeting in Paris and we could…
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Somebody Wasn’t Feeling Well
Somebody was sick and threw up here, there and everywhere. The Christmas miracle: nobody else caught it. (not covid) Four adults were dealing with the fallout. As Martin remarked, « You have a lot of rugs. » Who was…
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Christmas Eve Sharing Joy and Love from and with my Blog Readers
NOTE: I had a few hiccups with this post. So if you are reading this on an email, or subscription, you might want to click over to my blog to see the real deal instead of a mashed up version…
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The Christmas Tree
When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas scene as they are so now. The Christmas consumer market had not yet taken off. The French florists had beautiful floral arrangements, but few Christmas…