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Hen and Chickens
Do certain things remind you of someone? Hen and Chickens remind me of my Mom. Hen…
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Family Affair
Yesterday I called home to confirm to my parents our flight information. My little nieces and nephew where there. I had already…
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Le Train Bleu. 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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Le Train Bleu
Above the train tracks of Gare de Lyon sits one of my favorite places in Paris. Le Train Bleu. It is a tradition of ours to have a drink there…
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Life’s Dance
After John's death, life seemed to spin in a different circle; questioning the meaning of life became my new pastime, along with spewing angry words…
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In Loving Memory of John.
I was downstairs, when I heard a heavy thump, from upstairs. A dull silence filled the space in between. I called your name,…
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Terms of Endearment
"Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn't she call him Peanut-Butter?" Sacha asked when he was three. Some of…
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Three Short Stories on French Postcards
Sitting with her heart she recalled the days of summer. When she ran along the beach chasing after waves and collecting seashells. Mother and Child start a journey. The beginning…
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Letters Exchanged with Miss Molly
Dear Aunt Corey, When are you going to come down? You have to as I have been waiting forever. So you…
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