Month: October 2006
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Lunch with my Mother-in-Law
I am in Rennes at my Belle-Mère’s home. We have grown accustomed to one another, The frost we use to feed each other has melted. No longer does she find…
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Colors of a Lifetime
A green bucket of zinnias from my Mother’s garden sat on the yellow kitchen table this summer. Memories filled my mind, and no words seem to come forth…yet a strong colorful…
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South of France
My next door neighbor’s door is painted in boeuf rouge and ocre jaune. The forged iron door handle and lock have been worn smooth as silk, a door that has…
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French Feast
The French love food! Right down to their pieds. They do it right, it is a ritual, in perfect timing with the church bells. From the white linen, to the perfect baguette… Their fork and knife dance around the plate,…
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Her words spoke truth
While sitting on the balusters her thoughts had unfolded before her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, a never ending stream. As if she were the ink on the letter she…
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Time on her Hands
Chelsea, (my teen-aged daughter,) had already missed one bus to Marseille when the next bus passed her by! Racing back to the house she asked me if I could…