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Stories Collected
Stories collected, memories gathered, thoughts that keep me going on dark days. The patterns in the sky, the unfolding of hearts, life in the…
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French Post Office
The cost of shipping Fourteen people waiting, only one line open. That was how the morning began at the post office. When my turn arrived, the postal worker looked at…
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Family History
My Grandmother left the Azores when she was fourteen. She traveled to America with her Aunt and Uncle, arriving at Ellis Island. Then she took a train to Wisconsin and…
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Lava Stone….Terceira, Azores
The Azores. Volcanic islands. My son Sacha standing on a road lined with lava stone. Thank you for the gazillion wonderful responses! Many of you guessed pumice stone, or bed…
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Guessing Game # 6
A few years ago I went to the Azores to the island of Terceira. My family has its roots there, in fact our ancestry…
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Flea Market Style
A peek into my home. Flea market style. The run down. Pair of armchairs found on the street, recovered with an old green bed…
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The Journey
When I saw him, I knew I had to talk to him, to meet him. Have you ever felt that when seeing someone you don’t know? As if you know…
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The Best Macarons in France
My friend Carol came to visit me last weekend. She loves macaron, I mean loves them. In her small suitcase she brought about a…
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Love Bites
If you have loved or not, whether you believe in it, or had it believe in you- If love has ripped you apart, are…
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Wear your Desire
Photo: An oil painting in an antique shop in Venice, with a reflection of another…
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