Category: Living in France
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Unearthed Discoveries
The French brocante offers more than old things from someone's attic and more than boxes of disheveled junk. The French brocante is not just a place to find unbeatable prices for disregarded items or the chance to find an…
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The Re-Telling of How Martin Became Mr. Espresso
In 2008, I wrote this post about my future son-in-law, Martin, and why I called him Mr. Espresso on my blog. The Theme: A Mother/Daughter Moment Shared. The Stage: Daughter's…
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Living in France
Bird song is what I thought the French language sounded like when I first arrived in France. After a while, it just sounded difficult. I was utterly lost after a person would say, "Bonjour." When I was first married…
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Thirty-Five Years Ago
Dang, that is a long time, and still, my French is far from perfect, and I do not write it at all. Thankfully, the language of love is perfect in its imperfection. Last night while we were having dinner at…
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A Favorite Daily Routine
Setting the table has been something I have enjoyed doing since I was a little girl. The fork is on the left, and the knife is to the right, with the cutting part of the blade…
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The Magic Wand
…of the things we call life, of the moments we label divine, of those beginnings and endings, the ebb, the flow, the ache, the challenge. Life doesn't stand still, not even if you blink…