Category: Living in France
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The Language of Love
Recently, I found several French postcards in souvenir booklet from the 1900s. What caught my eye was that the cards were in series, extra charming, depicting the language of love in unusual ways such as the language of love…
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You Never Know When a Moment Can Make up for Another Moment
A glorious winter morning, crisp clear, sunny we did not need a coat while sitting at an outdoor cafe along the port with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and a croissant. A Wannabe Friend came along with…
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The Story of Family
The history of my family started back before any of us were born, back before history was recorded, before ink and pen, somewhere amongst a woman's arms and a man's kiss, somewhere in the middle of a heart…
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How to Achieve Harmony
The other day I found a book if you could call it that, with its pages barely hanging on, I asked the dealer how much? French Husband looked at the book, looked at me, looked at the dealer…
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French vs. American Finding the Way
Someone once told me that the difference between a French and an American could be summed up like this: "If you put a French person and an American person in the middle of a dense jungle and asked them…
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When Your Child Grows Up
Sacha wrote me the other day asking, "Mom do you remember the last time you held my hand when I was a child?" As we lived in an old house in the country not so far away from the…