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Family History
My Grandmother left the Azores when she was fourteen. She traveled to America with her Aunt and Uncle, arriving at Ellis Island. Then she took a train to Wisconsin and…
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Lava Stone….Terceira, Azores
The Azores. Volcanic islands. My son Sacha standing on a road lined with lava stone. Thank you for the gazillion wonderful responses! Many of you guessed pumice stone, or bed…
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Guessing Game # 6
A few years ago I went to the Azores to the island of Terceira. My family has its roots there, in fact our ancestry…
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Flea Market Style
A peek into my home. Flea market style. The run down. Pair of armchairs found on the street, recovered with an old green bed…
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The Journey
When I saw him, I knew I had to talk to him, to meet him. Have you ever felt that when seeing someone you don’t know? As if you know…
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The Best Macarons in France
My friend Carol came to visit me last weekend. She loves macaron, I mean loves them. In her small suitcase she brought about a…
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Love Bites
If you have loved or not, whether you believe in it, or had it believe in you- If love has ripped you apart, are…
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Wear your Desire
Photo: An oil painting in an antique shop in Venice, with a reflection of another…
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Trumpet Song Early in the Morning
My Mother and Aunt Marie use to go to the antique auctions when I was little. After dinner dishes done, my Mom would race…
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Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder
It wasn’t a real cameo. It wasn’t lace made from the nuns in some faraway place. The book wasn’t leather bond, in fact pages were…
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