Category: My Friend Annie
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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…
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A Sweet Dream of Annie
Last night Annie came to me in my dreams and held my hand. Dreams have a way of healing us; I was sad yesterday after saying goodbye to Sacha. Annie walked with me along the river. I had my…
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How I Met Annie
France celebrates the end of World War II on the 8th of May. Over twenty years ago, when we first arrived in the French village where we live, an elderly woman came to our door. She introduced herself as Annie…
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A Christmas Tradition with Annie
With her list in hand, we went. Her pace was slow but steady. Annie knew what she wanted, which made it simple. I calculated the time we left after the rush hour and would return home before noon.…
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Magnolia Pearl, Annie and the Homemade Culottes
Annie came over like she often does. She untied her scarf and sat down at the kitchen table. She asked me, "What's new?" I love that whenever I see her, even twice on the same day, she asks,…