Month: November 2009
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How I met my French Husband: Our First Date
When you are falling in love with someone the whole wide world goes Technicolor. Everything seems electrified, your feet literally do not the ground. Yes when one is falling in love nothing remains the same. The daily routine, the bad…
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BMX Dirt Trail Riding or Ballet in the Dirt
The dirt. The riders. The jumps. Riding BMX dirt trails means that before flying over the jumps you will fall. Often. Calculated risks. The taste of dirt. Costly repairs. All in the name of: The desire to…
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A Mother and Child Reunion: Goodbye Cocoa Puffs and Donald Duck
How did I misplace my adventures of motherhood? Was it really this much work? Slowly the memories come to the surface. Three weeks after I had given birth to Sacha I found out that I had ovarian cancer. Sacha…
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The Angel with a Boxing Glove
Yesterday after noon I went to pick up my French niece and nephew. A smaller child maybe three years old came up to me in the playground. He pulled at my hand, and said in sweet baby French, "Your boy,…
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Do You Speak French?
The mothers gathered at the school gate wore their coats unbuttoned. I took off my scarf and stuffed it in my pocket. The Autumn day felt more like late summer than mid November. While waiting outside the school I…
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A Child’s French Dinner not made by Julia Child
My niece, Juliette had an opportunity to go to London for a week. Though the only thing holding her back was she needed a babysitter. She gave us a call. Family being family means lending a hand. We gave…