Month: February 2007
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Le Train Bleu. A Tale of Romance.
The table was set. Crystal clear and inviting. He had ordered her favorite flowers. Pink and delicate like her lips. His coat…her hat, the details fell into place. Her bare leg teased him. "Only red shoes worn underneath my dress."…
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Le Train Bleu
Above the train tracks of Gare de Lyon sits one of my favorite places in Paris. Le Train Bleu. It is a tradition of ours to have a drink there when arriving from the south of France. Le Train Blue…
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Life’s Dance
After John's death, life seemed to spin in a different circle; questioning the meaning of life became my new pastime, along with spewing angry words at God. I felt lost in a very dark cave…
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In Loving Memory of John.
I was downstairs, when I heard a heavy thump, from upstairs. A dull silence filled the space in between. I called your name, silence spoke hauntingly. Walking upstairs, I was afraid that you…
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Terms of Endearment
"Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn't she call him Peanut-Butter?" Sacha asked when he was three. Some of the terms of endearment in French I don't mind: Mon…
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Three Short Stories on French Postcards
Sitting with her heart she recalled the days of summer. When she ran along the beach chasing after waves and collecting seashells. Mother and Child start a journey. The beginning of a young Mother’s dreams. Quickly she gathered her locket,…