Category: Living in France
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Childhood Cocoon
There’s something tender and unbelievable about watching your children grow—not just older, but into themselves. The ones I once held in my arms now stand taller than me. They move through the world with a quiet confidence, unfolding like wings…
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Au Revoir Sacha
Ebb and flow, Coming- Going Love may it come steady upon your shore, Softly Steadily Often. And may it sing you home Safely.
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While We Danced
Last night, under a starlit sky and the soft embrace of a cool June evening, our little town sang with joy. The fête de la musique—music drifting from every corner, laughter in the air- Claire Sparkle, my three-year-old granddaughter, wore…
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Empathy Trumped Fear
This morning I was on my way to my daughter’s house, a bag of still-warm croissants in hand. You who’ve read my blog for a while know this about me: I have a phobia of dogs. No reason, no backstory—it…
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Provençal Canned Fruit
In Provence, there’s a way to keep fruit long after the picking days have passed. It isn’t a recipe so much as a rhythm—They call it fruits au soleil—fruit preserved by the sun. You begin in the morning, when the orchard…
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The Garden, True
Last week, during the French la Vie,we were invited—unexpectedly—by an antique dealer I’d met years ago. His 1600s farmhouse.The kind of place you remember with your senses.Stone underfoot, time in the walls.A drink in the garden—why not. I wrote of…