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- Summer Colors
- What the Heart Holds
- Long Ago Childhood Remembered
- Arnelle and Roger’s Home
  Want to know how to spot an American abroad? Ask a European. “(…)I’ve picked up on quite a few telltale sign.” From coffee orders to outfit choices to general vibes, many different kinds of signals can indicate someone is from the U.S. While some are endearing, others might raise more than a few eyebrows. Comfort-First Fashion ... Read the whole entry... »
My husband has a special relationship with his clothes. It’s a commitment. He wears them until they fall off. And not in a sexy way. Think more “archaeological dig” than “romantic striptease.” Now, I’m not talking about a favorite shirt he’s emotionally attached to or a pair of jeans with a story. I’m talking... Read the whole entry... »
 The brocante has a way of talking to you as you pass by—an old cupboard with its key still in the lock, linen napkins folded as if the table had only just been cleared, a stack of dishes waiting to be used. This is where I’ve learned French, where I’ve heard stories passed from one pair of hands to another, and where I’ve... Read the whole entry... »
 Color lives here. Texture has a voice. Every surface, every shelf, holds a conversation waiting to happen. Arnelle and Roger have spent their lives gathering beauty — gestures, meanings, moments. When I was in California, I visited my dear friends in their San Francisco home — a place I had only heard about, but somehow already knew... Read the whole entry... »
 There are moments, like this one, where everything feels distilled into a kind of perfect harmony — colors that taste sweet, air that smells of salt and sun, a softness in the light that makes the heart go still. Summer, in its fullness, speaks without speaking. But even as I sit in the center of this abundance — this ease, this beauty —... Read the whole entry... »
These are photos of my children, Chelsea and Sacha, when they were little. Here they are in front of our home—they had set up a stand. Was it lemonade? Bouquets of flowers? Sweet nothings? I don’t recall- but I wouldn’t have remembered any of it, if I hadn’t come across these photos while I was home last July, visiting my mother. So... Read the whole entry... »
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