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Living in France
Bird song is what I thought the French language sounded like when I first arrived in France. After a while, it just sounded difficult. I was utterly lost after…
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That Age Thing
My passport soon will expire to renew it means amongst other things that I need two identical photos of myself. I took some. None of them were appealing. A prune…
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What Drives You Bonkers, Pet Peeves
Pet Peeves: Over-cooked pasta. A few things get my goat so to say, and when it comes to getting my goat "pet peeves" over-cooked pasta is one of them,…
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Thirty-Five Years Ago
Dang, that is a long time, and still, my French is far from perfect, and I do not write it at all. Thankfully, the language of love is perfect in…
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A Favorite Daily Routine
Setting the table has been something I have enjoyed doing since I was a little girl. The fork is on the left, and the knife is…
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Moments Before
moments before the last rays flickering through the bare branches caressing the fallen leaves creating shadows twilight’s theatre until tomorrow
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The Brocante Bug
How to recognize the brocante bug: The person infected with the brocante bug usually is not in bed sleeping on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Their homes have a certain…
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The Magic Wand
…of the things we call life, of the moments we label divine, of those beginnings and endings, the ebb, the flow, the ache, the…
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