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Family Photo
Taking photos of each other is something we rarely do in our family. I don’t know why, it is just like that. Maybe it is because I do not like…
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French Kissing
"Mommy, do I have the right to kiss a girl?" Sacha asked me with a semi-hopeful look, on his sweet little boy-boy face. "The right, to kiss a girl? Is…
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Malta
MALTA was our second port of call. Costa Romantica was the name of our cruise liner. (My children swear I picked the boat for its name. Duh, isn’t that how…
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Tunisia
Last week my family went on a cruise to Tunisia, Malta, and Naples. In the Souk (market place) in Tunisia, there were stalls upon stalls of every imaginable thing for…
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A Room with a View
Two windows stood in a corner, without curtains. The two windows opened up to the same view. Yet each looked out and saw life differently. photo:…
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Lace and Knots
If a strand of thread does not have a knot at the end, the lace will unravel. Seeing the good in…
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Where is Your Heart?
Hearts for sale. On brick walls, In odd places, at a price you can afford. Love is where you find it. photo: Vintage heart wearing…
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Butterfly Wings
The butterfly didn’t believe he was carved in stone, as he flew away to follow his dreams. photo: Butterflies at the Basilique du Sacre Coeur de Montmarte.
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Paperback Rider
So there I was at the flea market, buying a cup and saucer, When a dealer grabbed a bunch of paperback books from a overturned box, and threw them into…
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Box of Treasures
At the flea market I often see forgotten treasure boxes. Collection of memories in the form of bits and pieces. The boxes are not…
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