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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article.  We have always had a way of honoring the little things. That tiny chocolate paper? It could be part of a schoolchild’s collection, a young girl’s diary, or a grandmother’s recipe notebook, pressed next to a hand-written ingredient list for gâteau au chocolat. At the brocante I find poetry in the everyday. A torn ticket stub, an... Read the whole entry... »
 It’s a place not touched by time. A piece of childhood still stitched into the now. A kind of freedom most don’t even know how to name. And here it is. Ours. Still. Thankfully, as the summer has been brutally hot. We live at the base of a forest. Just there, not far at all, a spring rises—clear and cold, from deep in the earth. A... Read the whole entry... »
 Over thirty years ago, we moved to a small village in the south of France.
The house we moved into had been closed up. Old shutters sealed shut. Silent, still. Until the day we arrived. Across the road. Across the field. Over the river. A walled garden. A massive old house.
The first thing I noticed.
Three floors. Tall. With shutters... Read the whole entry... »
 A Provençal civil wedding. In France, before any church bells ring or flower petals scatter in chapels, there must first be a civil ceremony at the city hall. It’s the official beginning, the legal part, the one that counts here. We gathered in the village square under a sky that promised no shade and a sun that didn’t bother to... Read the whole entry... »
- While We Danced
- Au Revoir Sacha
- The Helper
- Empathy Trumped Fear
- The Work in Progress
  The day before our friends daughter’s wedding, we gathered—this group of old friends who feel like family, and have for so many years. We went for a walk in the countryside. Olive trees lined the path, with vineyards nearby, lavender in bloom, and even capers growing wild. The sun was warm, but every so often a breeze passed through,... Read the whole entry... »
 For those of you who’ve read my blog over the years, you know Annie. You know she was one of the dearest friends of my life. She was a presence so full of grace, warmth, and spirit, that her memory is etched into my heart. She was a friend to my entire family. She was family. There are days that pass quietly, and then there are days... Read the whole entry... »
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