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BMX Boy Wonder
Have you ever tried to take a photo of something that moves…
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Christmas Cards without the word Merry
My mother's voice hints of sadness, though she tries to smile through the phone line.Slowly…
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A Souvenir… The Runaway and the Chocolate Chip Cookie
A souvenir- a memory…. I was seven years old the first and last time I ran away from home. I remember I was mad at my mother– but at what…
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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…
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Do You Hear What I Hear…
The voice of the opera singer barreled throughout the ancient church, the sound brought shivers up…
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Wonderland on a Rainy Day
Early morning. Raining. Dark stay-in-bed-sky, seven a.m.. The weather cancels going to the brocante… Grab my "trying-to-be-my-friend-MAC", fluff up the pillows in bed, jump back in bed, put my cold…
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Love’s Direction…
Right in front of me, in my daily life there are things I see every single day and yet do not really see them for what they are. Or, and…
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Mixed Green Salad Garden Fresh
Mix green salad, garden fresh. Found everyday of the year at the French open markets. Take a select few from each of the Green Garden Salad team: Parsley,…
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Sel de la Vie… The Salt of Life in France
When the leaves turn golden and begin to fall, I remember that it is that time of year to have my annual check-up. Over 15 years ago, I was…
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