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Where do you aim your heart
at the bull’s eye? In the center of the matter? Or possibly… far away in case you miss; nothing…
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Singing in the Rain (…though I prefer the warm shower!)
Rain is a rare occurrence in the south of France. Out of 365 days maybe it rains five days. I could…
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Riding high even after the Fall
This is my idea of a race track. Motorcycles and bicycles have been racing around me my entire life. My…
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The wind rushed through my bedroom window this morning
doing the tango with the curtains, and brought in a new partner called- Autumn… there was a crispness in the air…
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The Table set before Us
Are you comfortable with yourself…are you enjoying the feast? Each day the door opens to who we are. Our hand leads…
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How are you and yours today?
The doctor said to my Father: If I didn’t know any better I would think you were pretending to be…
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French Bakery
Going to the boulangerie is a daily habit for most French people, the baguettes they buy today rarely last until tomorrow. The…
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Five Euro catches a Big Fish
This weekend I went to visit my friends who moved to a pearl of a village outside of Paris.…
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Antique French Rose
A la Rose Annie is my friend who was born in Texas. "When I was three years old, my Father wanted to return to Greece so we left America… I…
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Having Sunday Tea
Tea, like companions, comes in many flavors: Spicy, floral, rich body, and possibly with a twist of lemon. You might…
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