diaries 1995

December 1, 1995 Poor Aileen is not well.  Her sickness is so severe she’s lost her mind & has no awareness of how rigid and judgmental she is.  But she’s not very bright either, which [...]

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French Provincial

Three days last week I could have baked a cake in the garden, but inside my house, with its thick walls of stone I was cool as a cucumber. I swam in the village pool every day until Sunday when, [...]

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