Category: My French Husband
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501s, Pasta, Twenty Years Ago
Our old house, as we called the house we use to live in, considering the one we live in now is older. Summer lunch outside on a makeshift garden table, finished plates of pasta, a milk carton and a…
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All in Pretty Rows… Love in the Lavender Fields
Photo via my friend Leigh Photo via my friend Leigh Photo via my friend Leigh The horizon ever vast the lavender scent carried me to another place Caressing lavender stalks my hands perfumed…
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Thank You Mo Again and Again
Thank you Mo! For restoring the old wooden crown. Everyday when I see it, I thank you, instead cursing French Husband for accidentally breaking it. Peace Reigns!
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Being an American Living in France
When you are an American living in France, there are a few things that you can be sure of: 1) You will compare your adopted country to your home country. 2) You will miss home, and eventually miss the other…
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How I Met my French Husband: The Story of the Fork and the Knife
First I must say I collect seashells. My first memory I have of a seashell is when my Grandmother Amaro came back from a trip to the Azores. I must have been about five years old. She unsnapped her…
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How I met my French Husband: The Deep Blue Sea
2006 Can you see the red dot? That red dot is it a worm, or French Husband on a rope? French Husband and I went hiking in the calanques, along the rugged coastline between Cassis and…