Category: My Friend Annie
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My French Rose
Pray tell, What do old roses and an old friend, who was born in Texas, then moved back to Greece, with her Greek parent’s when she was 3, have to do with a blog about French antiques? Everything! This is…
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Because the Weeds are in Full Force
Repost of Annie and the greens I picked for her. — My friend Annie makes weed salad. She gathers the weeds in a field. Weeds. She eats them. And tells me, "..they are good for you, high in vitamins." Weeds…
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Remembering the Way of Love is a Daily Challenge to let it Lead Us.
I have been sad witnessing what is happening in Gaza with Palestine. It is beyond the scope of any human emotion or comprehension. And yet it is here. Begging us to take a stand, to be the power of love…
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Orange Onion Salad
Years ago, my friend Annie talked about a salad she had as if it were her new best friend. She described it in detail: the crunch of its voice, its tangy personality, its unexpected freshness, how curious it was…
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How it Was When I First Arrived to Our French Village
Our street was narrow, unpaved, and flanked by two large stone walls. This was before the joli maisons; homes sprang up like mushrooms all around us, replacing the vineyards with their knobby trunks that had been toiled by hand…
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Bugnes During Lent
Grabbing the plastic bag I had prepared the night before, I left early in the morning for my friend Annie's house. (Annie is my friend who is 89, though she says she is 90 because she is closer to 90…