Category: Living in France
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French Texture
French texture… After thirty-five years, married to a Frenchman, having children, doing business, and living in France, I have lived longer in France than in my native homeland California by five years. I could ask myself: "How does it feel…
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A Street in the Center of Marseille on a Winter Day
Blue skies like a top hat sitting on the buildings. Unexpected, potted plants in plastic garbage pails lined the street. My cousin Judy would say that is a sign of a frustrated gardener wanting a yard in a limited…
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A Dabbler and Scribbler
Thank you for your messages. They humble me. My blog is an assortment of whatever is rattling around me; often, it is a message to myself to be a better person. If it brings you something positive, then…
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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…