Month: March 2018
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I Will Enjoy Every Minute Given to Me
I am spoiled. I have a good life. I have a family who loves me, food to eat, a roof over my head. I am healthy…
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Poubelle Beautiful
What's the beauty in Poubelle? Poubelle means garbage in French. Years ago when my cousin Julie (Sacha's Buddamere who will be at Chelsea's wedding), came to visit us in France, she commented to…
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Some Family Photos
Here are some of the photos on our Fridge: This is Sacha when he was twenty-two months old, early in the morning, with his stuffed bear. He had yet to sleep through the night. In fact, he woke…
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First Love Old Worn Toys
French Husband found this at the brocante. He held it up like as if it were a prize, "Look at this cute little thing!" (He said in a baby voice, that I love and that he rarely uses.) I…
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Spring Snow
For a few hours this morning we had snow Spring snow. Like dusting powder sugar on a cake. As the minutes passed, the dusting gave way to icing. …
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The Sketchbook from an Unknown Artist
The sketchbook from an unknown artist was one of many stacked in a pile. Glancing through a few pages I asked the antique dealer how much and bought all of them. French Husband's grandmother was an artist. In…