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Here’s Looking At You Kid!

I love all things Moroccan: A little Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca, mint tea in a Marrakech garden surrounded by fruit and olive trees, magical doors carved in the shape of keyholes, brightly colored scarves and baboush slippers in every color of the rainbow, tabriz rugs perfect for a magic carpet

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The Eagle and Child

If the French poets, theologues, and artists were becoming "enlightened" in a Grand Dame's salon or cozied up in a Parisian Cafe on the Boulevard Saint Germain, you could surely find the English, pint of ale in hand, matching wits at pubs like the "The Eagle and Child" in Oxford.

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Delizioso!

Everything sounds better in Italian! This is my secret weapon for a quick, yummy dinner that I can whip up in 20 minutes and have my motley crew hollering delizioso! The beauty of this pasta is you can add whatever inspires you to make the dish a little more creative

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The Month of Mae

Take a look at this picture. This is a wise beyond her years six year old who has more courage, resilience, and "living hope" in her small frame than most of us could muster in an entire lifetime. Meet Mae! Not once, but twice she has taken on cancer, two grueling years

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No Pain, No Gain

I can remember in my Junior Tennis days running what was surely my 50th suicide drill on the tennis court, and hearing my coach yelling those words across the court, "no pain, no gain." I didn't like the phrase then (or the suicide drills) and I surely don't like it

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Le Salon

Recently, I have been reading a novel about the life of the American novelist, Edith Wharton. The story opens with Wharton "wintering" in Paris. She is invited by the Comtesse de Noailles to attend her salon alongside Henry James and other well-known figures of the day. The French salon has quite

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