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Monthly Archives: October 2012
My Mother’s Name
I was an adult when it happened; I don’t remember the year. For some reason my mother needed her birth certificate. When she got it, she realized that her legal name wasn’t what she knew her name to be. The … Continue reading
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Tagged my mother, old family pictures, what is true in life, your name
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Vanves Market
One of the things I wanted to do in Paris was to find old stuff that I could use in my jewelry. But before I go into that, let me back up a minute. The trip was arranged by Kate … Continue reading
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Tagged community spirit, Flea Market finds, French flea market, Vanves market
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Breakfast in Paris
Most mornings, this is what we ate. That’s my cup of coffee with a gorgeous dollop of steamed cream. At first, the French coffee tasted too strong, too almost smoky for me. But by the end of the trip, I … Continue reading
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Tagged French breakfast, French coffee, French food, obesity in America
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