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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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Francine in Paris – Day 12
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“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” Oscar Wilde (On the bags from Shakespeare and Company) Shakespeare and Co. Deanna…
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Francine in Paris -Day 11++
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Bus #69. After the Palm Sunday service, we started to look for Bus #69 which is the scenic route to Pere Lechaise, the 30 acre cemetery with some quick but…
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Francine in Paris – Day 11+
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Think chocolate eclairs so filled with soft chocolate and glazed with chocolate that it might as well be a soft chocolate bar. Yum, browsing in any of the many patisseries…
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Francine in Paris – Day 11
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Le Dimache des Rameaux. Palm Sunday in Paris. We are off to the American Church on Quai d’Orsay not to be confused with the American Cathedral near the George V…
