• Sweet Dreams, Wiggleworms

    Sweet Dreams, Wiggleworms

    One of the advantages of living close to your parents is that you can go out, spend the night away, Trusting, umm, knowing your children are sleeping sideways in your…

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  • An Empty Nest is All Aflutter

    An Empty Nest is All Aflutter

    Chelsea left home at 17 to go to University, and Sacha left home to have a gap year right after high school graduation. The house was uncomfortably quiet. The milk carton…

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  • A Day in Provence

    A Day in Provence

    Cassis Back Streets. Cassis is a vibrant town with an active local habitants. Do you know that most the restaurants are own and worked by locals? Poppies are the first…

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  • Winnie Pig

    Winnie Pig

    (photo via Guinea Pig by Guinea Dad) My friend Erika told Yann,  “You will be our guinea pig.”  Yann, with a perplexed look on his face, quipped,  “So, what’s this…

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  • Objects That Speak

    Objects That Speak

    The items we hold on to may not always be the most valuable, but they hold a special place in our hearts. I have my dad’s old tee shirt, my…

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  • Me, Myself and I

    Me, Myself and I

    “What they call you is one thing, What you answer to is something else.” This part of a poem by Lucille Cliffton struck me—it went right on in and brought…

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  • The Name Game Part Two

    The Name Game Part Two

    Leonie is an old French name that is regaining popularity. It means “Lioness.” Our friend’s son recently named their newborn daughter Leonie, and in France, the second syllable is more…

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  • The Name Game

    The Name Game

    First, I must say I collect seashells. Secondly, my daughter’s prenom-first name is, “CHELSEA.” My Father-in-law, a man of very few words, let alone English ones, said to me at…

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  • Somewhere

    Somewhere

    I believed that somewhere, beyond my imagination, there existed a place where we were free to love and be loved in peace. Somewhere inside ourselves is a seed of eternal…

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  • On the Way to Cassis

    On the Way to Cassis

    The car windows are down, inviting nature to come inside. My hair wildly dances in the wind every which way, tangling with the scent of pine, thyme, and hints of rosemary.…

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