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Chateau de Chenonceau
Porcelain skin tinted by the glow of a pink rose. An arm strung with pearls, bejewels a dimpled young hand. A…
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Dreaming Truth
Have you ever been transported by emotion, where an overflowing sense takes you beyond the skin wrapped around your bones? Where…
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French Market Finds: new and old
A collection of French Antiques that I have, and some things that caught my eye in Rennes. When are you coming antiquing with me?
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Giving Thanks
A light in my darkness cried, fearfully I listened. Staring at the inner voice… I begged it to change and leave me alone- yet haunt me it did calling me…
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The Secret Garden
Amongst the flowers that fade there is a spirit that does not grow pale, reborn season after season, life after life, coming again and again, tangible and fragrant. Reminding…
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Lunch with my Mother-in-Law
I am in Rennes at my Belle-Mère’s home. We have grown accustomed to one another, The frost we use to…
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Colors of a Lifetime
A green bucket of zinnias from my Mother’s garden sat on the yellow kitchen table this summer. Memories filled my mind,…
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South of France
My next door neighbor’s door is painted in boeuf rouge and ocre jaune. The forged iron door handle and lock…
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French Feast
The French love food! Right down to their pieds. They do it right, it is a ritual, in perfect timing with the church bells. From the white linen, to the…
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Her words spoke truth
While sitting on the balusters her thoughts had unfolded before her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, a never ending stream.…
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