Category: Living in France
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What Does a French Chicken Pen Look Like?
On my daughter’s property there are a few old sheds, and they’ve decided to convert one of them into a chicken pen. From the photo, you can see it needs quite a bit of work. Gabriel took on the task…
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Homesickness
When you live far from where you began, the heart stretches, learns new rhythms, rarely stops reaching across oceans and time zones. There’s always someone missing from the room, always a voice you wish you could hear… My daughter and…
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11 November
They left their youth for the hope of something they didn’t understand but believed Their names are carved in stone, -their bodies and blood fed our fields. The wind carries the memories farther on. Children from the town walk towards…
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A Sneaky Persimmon
This afternoon I wandered out to my friends’ olive orchard, where one sunburst persimmon tree—heavy with golden fruit—stood like a jeweled guest among the silver leaves. Arnelle had just cut me a few branches for decor, their bright orbs glowing…
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French Earthen Vessels
In the south of France, every kitchen had pottery, especially confit pots. The confit pot- glazed in sun-worn ochre, green or brown tucked in a corner near the hearth. The confit pot — humble, heavy, and needed— once held what was most…
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All That We Have
Life is running alongside us begging us to take hold, literally feeding us with all it has surrounding us with an invisible yet visible bountiful blanket. How easy it is to be blinded by the beautiful abundance, as we wake…