Category: Living in France
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French Immigration
Like other foreigners I had to go through the French immigration process to have my carte de resident (green card.) Because I was married to a Frenchman the paperwork to receive residence in…
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Sunday Afternoon
French husband and I went for a drive on Sunday afternoon. We stopped at this cafe because it look like a picture postcard, and seemed all alone. Cobbled stone steps made me wish I had worn flat shoes. French husband…
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On Top of the Table
Setting the table, placing the silverware alongside the plate, I imagine those who will sit around the table and dine. Hoping their stories will easily unfold like napkins, and that their laughter will be tossed about like a green salad.…
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Terms of Endearment
"Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn't she call him Peanut-Butter?" Sacha asked when he was three. Some of the terms of endearment in French I don't mind: Mon…
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Going Barefoot
My daughter is growing up. I stare at her is disbelief. Wasn’t it a few days ago that I was singing, "This little piggy goes to the market, this little piggy stays home?" Chelsea is looking at universities for next…
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Dinner Party Par Terre
When the guests arrived everything was in its place. Candles lite, music turn down low, wine opened, lipstick applied, the table set. Mingle mingle, drinky drinky and the party flowed. After the aperitif…