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A fine wine, a conversation
Deep crimson color. Full-bodied taste. What could be better than a wonderful Côtes du Rhône in hand, and conversation shared with a friend in France?
That friend is a journalist who writes with a refined eye and wicked wit on all things stylish and oh-so French. And what subject comes [...]

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(Wednesday, January 13, Center City, 6 a.m. EST.) An unidentified woman was found weeping and incoherent, muttering in French about Imelda Marcos, Carrie Bradshaw, and a litany of shoe designers. She was huddled in a ball, on the steps of Traffic Court, wearing a London Fog trench, La Perla lingerie, Jimmy Choo red satin pumps, [...]

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English version : Why Facebook sucks for your sex life © D A Wolf
Vous consultez le statut de celle ou de celui qui vous intéresse deux fois par jour ? Six fois par jour ? Vous consultez Facebook pour voir si le statut n’est plus « célibataire » ? Eh alors ? [...]

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Fear of flying – not
I once convinced a tree service owner to belt me into a harness and haul me up some 80 feet into the air, so I might see what it was like. It is something I had always wanted to experience. Other than a bit of stress to the feminine regions due [...]

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La foi, le rêve, et tout le reste
J’ai rêvé, j’ai rêvé de la foi, de la foi au-delà du dogme, de la foi dans le sens de l’espoir qui s’installe au fond de chaque individu ; de la foi dans le sens où toute religion n’insiste pas sur un seul chemin ; de la foi [...]

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There is a dab of Chanel between my breasts.
Yes. Come closer.
I have poured myself a drink and spread myself out, on top of the bed covers, propped against red pillows in all this turbulence. Sleeplessness tangles sheets and twists blankets. As for the rest of the room, it is chaotic and I have only [...]

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Dream analysis over dinner
My younger son leaned back in his chair at the dinner table and reached over to the bookcase. He slipped out a glossy paperback and began flipping through it.
“Why do you have a book on dream analysis?” he asked.
My son doesn’t normally initiate a discussion. This was a pleasant change. [...]

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Time for me to lighten up. Ya think!?! And with LEDs at that, apparently. So here are some ticklish tidbits that fit the bill.
Nifty neighbor
I was wandering my local (blogging) neighborhood and stumbled onto this delicious drunken rambling from Momalom, and just had to share it. I needed a laugh last night in a BIG [...]

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Dear Family of Strangers Connecting:
How odd to wake each morning and think of you, immediately. Even as dreams hover. Even as the week’s worries crystallize too quickly, as I wonder what we shall say to each other, as I picture you rushing to jobs, to schools, to computers, to the day’s errands all too hurriedly. [...]

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Amante à Paris ou « Maman t’as pas ri ! » (La vie est une saloperie !)

version anglaise / English version / © D A Wolf
Hier soir, j’ai reçu un coup de fil sur mon portable – le numéro, je ne l’ai pas reconnu. Mais le pays, si – 33. Et moi, aux Etats-Unis…
La [...]

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