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French Mustard
The French use mustard like Americans use ketchup. French fries with mustard. They like mayonnaise with French fries too,…
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Changing Hats
Looking innocent was her best cover. Sure some thought she was nothing more than sugar and spice. Others wrote her off as being plain nice. Certainly, when she wore a…
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Viewpoint
We each have a unique way of seeing that which surrounds us. Depending where we focus, there can be many angles which…
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Unravelling
A spool of fine silk thread sat on a linen cloth next to the floral sewing…
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French Lingerie
French women, (and men too,) have a passionate affair with food and lingerie. Bakeries and lingerie shops compete…
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The Empty Nest Feeling
My daughter Chelsea is in Terminal Bac S, (a senior in high school.) I asked her how her day went…
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The Dare and the Aim
This blog was created on a dare, November 29th 2005, after having lunch with fellow blogger Kristen, "French Word A…
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Open Door
Each one will take you on a journey to a place that is yet to come. Do you dare…
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Julie’s Treasure
He was there. As if waiting for her, (…though he was drinking a café amongst the pearls in Paris.)…
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French Flea Market Cures
At the flea market this morning, I came across a stand that had a 19th century pharmacy collection. Apothecary jars, packets of pills, cotton bundles, glass tubes with ointments…
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