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AMERICAN GIRL
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AMERICAN GIRL

I have a mean French accent. The way my lips pucker just so.It’s heredity. One of the things Grandmère gave me,like soft kisses and funny faces, brown eyes, and an olive-colored glow. But I’m an American girl brought up in Kansas.Running through wheat fields and staring down cows.Driving miles on a country road for a...

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
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WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?

Sometimes I stop what I’m doing and trace the contrails in the sky. I imagine little tiny faces peering out from windows swaddled in clouds as thick as condensed milk and I wonder… There was a season in my career when it was necessary to travel to Las Vegas every week. While my colleagues enjoyed...

UNEXPECTED
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UNEXPECTED

I didn’t see this coming. We had followed a winding road through Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur and came upon the village of Fréjus. With little expectation other than finding a bite to eat, we strolled up the shop-lined hill and came upon a scene that I can only describe as “real Disneyland.” Hundreds of children running everywhere...

hidden places
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hidden places

My favorite thing as a little girl was our family Sunday drives. While some would head out to the country, we would tour the beautiful neighborhoods, pointing to one house or another and proclaim, “that one” when we came upon a place we imagined as ours.  This was the beginning of my obsession with people...

WATERFALL
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WATERFALL

200,000 gallons per second washing over my soul.  It may appear I am standing on the outside but my eyes and ears pull me over and I am drenched in the power, soaked to the core in what can only be described as humility. There are some things that bring me to my knees, not...

FRAMING THE VIEW
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FRAMING THE VIEW

Two days into my seven weeks in France, I broke my ankle. The French aren’t necessarily good at messy moments, and so when I walked off a four-foot-high platform into thin air and landed with my foot touching the back of my calf, it was precisely like someone had hit the pause button in the...