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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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Souvenir de Paris
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In this café off Rue Severin, we will meet someday again in this smoke-filled room of laughter, and toast, Salute! as the cameras flash their language of truth and lies…
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Francine in Paris – Day 14
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Can 3.73 million people be wrong? That’s how many folks visited the Centre Georges Pompidou in 2013. The art is great! The building is UGLY. This gigantic building made of…
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Francine in Paris – Day 13
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“You can tell it’s Mattel, it’s swell! Sound familiar? Yes, that is the motto of the world’s largest toy company. Musee des Arts Decoratifs is hosting a retrospective of Barbie…
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Francine in Paris – Day 12+
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“There couldn’t be a more splendid world, and here I am existing in it.” — Mary Oliver from her poem, “I’m feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but…
