Month: April 2006
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French Twist
Sacha and I are at the hairdresser's. I am looking at a magazine while Sacha is checking out his surroundings. The women waiting are admiring his curls and English vocabulary. "Mommy, do you know how to say, "haircut" in French?"…
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Somethings do not Change
When I lived in the monastery, our first words chanted at dawn were: "Oh Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall proclaim your praise!" I was in love with life and spirituality! The monastery was in Pecos, New Mexico.…
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Joyeuses Pâques!
My brother and I, 1961. We had matching sailors outfits. I had a bonnet, gloves and a white patine purse. Easter meant new clothes for church, waking up early and running outside, searching for our Easter baskets in the garden,…
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Live your Gift
In Marseille, on a building is this large carved plaque. The paint is peeling and I can see that there is something underneath it..an image? ancient writing?…It has been covered with layers and layers of paint and dirt, years of…
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Good Friday
My Grandparent’s lives were one of work and prayer. They were farmers. They lived by their hands; large, soft, tender hands perfectly carved with time. Their prayers echo within my soul, calling me- strong know who you are…
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Real Life
I always give up something for Lent, but didn’t this year. I am 48, married, have two children, live in France, grew up in Willows California, have gray hair, wrinkles and I am not tall. I lived a few years…