Category: Living in France
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The wind rushed through my bedroom window this morning
doing the tango with the curtains, and brought in a new partner called- Autumn… there was a crispness in the air that pinched my cheeks! Are the leaves changing their color,…
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Antique French Rose
A la Rose Annie is my friend who was born in Texas. "When I was three years old, my Father wanted to return to Greece so we left America… I never learned to speak English." Annie is 86 years old.…
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Home is where the soul is
Collecting has meaning Entering someones home I sense I am given a key to discovering who they are. I often feel the sacredness of the person, the symbols of their lives are there for the naked eye. A home is…
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An Afternoon in Provence
Sitting at a sidewalk cafe in a quaint French village, gathering memories for tomorrow with my cousin Julie, chatting about life, love, and the price of herbs in…
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Love Letters Sealed with a Kiss
Years ago, when I had cancer, my family and friends back in the States wrote me letters of courage. Jackie Lane, an acquaintance from my hometown, had a…
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Living in France
When we were in California, nearly every morning my Mother made waffles for breakfast, every Monday during the summer (on the, "cookies-for-vegetable-exchange-day,") my Mother…