Category: Living in France
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The Heart of Home
The door swings openand it’s as if the wallsStart humming a familiar tune,as if they’ve been waiting for meto return to the rhythm of home.There’s no rush,no need to fill the space,just a soft hum of lifeas it continues,unfazed by…
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Before Emily in Paris
They called her Miss Morgan Miss Morgan was only five feet tall, slender, plainly dressed, and frail in appearance. People said she had an almost Quaker look. She spoke softly, but “when she gave orders, it was with the authority…
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The Perfect Cilantro Sauce for a Feast
Last night, we had the pleasure of dining at my dear friend Arnelle and Roger’s home. Each visit to her table is an immersion in intentionality and beauty, where every detail invites you to slow down and savor the moment.…
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Celebrate You
Celebrate! That’s what I feel like doing! For years, I struggled to post and add photos of the moments that filled my life, feeling like I was missing out on capturing so much. But now, with the incredible new platform created by…
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A Person Can Change
When I was a little girl, I held the title of The Pickiest Eater in the Whole Wide World. If not the world, then surely the universe—ask my mother, and she’ll back me up. My list of acceptable foods was…
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The Happy Dance
Imagine the happy dance I did without actually moving when I was at a brocante and unrolled this Aubusson cartoon years ago. It measured four feet. The dealer had several, the cartoons I thought were the prettiest I bought. And I then sold them. Those…