Dianne’s Words

I met Dianne over two years ago. She lived three doors down from me. One day she brought me a flat of flowers–a gift from Jesus on a difficult day in France. She moved away over a year ago to another part of France, so I hadn’t heard from her in a long...

It’s More than Moving

Today I spent the bulk of the day going through the kids’ rooms, donating, throwing things away, and taking a walk down memory lane. What struck me most wasn’t the grief over packing everything up and leaving France, but donating things my kids use to love...

Sometimes it’s just plain hard

It’s beautiful here in France. Just beautiful. The leaves are yellowing, the air crisp, the sky the bluest of blues. As that as a backdrop, you’d think our lives would be full of wonder and ease. And sometimes that is true. But sometimes the little things...

IHF=Pre Fect Ure

You just wouldn’t BELIEVE it. Think of the DMV in your local town, how inefficient it is, how long you have to wait, the terrible architecture, the blase workers. Multiply that by one zillion and you will experience what the DeMuth family experienced today at...

A snapshot of our lives in France

Why does it rain in France? To wash away the doggie doo-doo. Even so, after a roof-pounding rain, the poo-poo remained AND I stepped in it–all sloshy and icky. Grrr. *** On the way home, Julia said, “Mommy, I don’t want to go to school on...