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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
MID-TERM ELECTIONS
The last little trickle of disappointments from the midterms came through the radio while we were driving through long, sloping fields of...
THE DREGS OF OCTOBER
I'm staring out of a large window onto a stone wall where an ancient grape vine hangs heavy with bunches of blue grapes. There's no one...
AFTER THE EQUINOX
It's fall here in southern France. The tourists have thinned out to a trickle of rubbernecks aiming their smart phones at almost anything...
WEARING MY CORRECTIVE LENSES
Sometimes I find myself wandering out of a book into a rambling daydream, one that has neither a beginning nor an end, just a labyrinth...
FEAST DAYS
We've just passed through August 15, one of the summer's biggest festival days, the Assumption of Mary, the day in which Mary ascends...
EUROPE'S HEAT WAVE
Here's what you give up in a heat wave here in southern France. You don't leave the house much, since the paved streets can reach well...
THE CEDAR FOREST
There's a cedar forest near where I live, which sprawls across the slopes of a mountain otherwise covered in what the French call the...
SUMMERTIME BLUES
I'm running out of things to do this summer. Shopping for food has lost its thrill for me. I don't like the endless aisles of food, the...
THE CAVES WE COME FROM
The old Calavon river, which is really a glorified arroyo here in southern France, is drying up. It hasn't rained in two weeks and the...
Time Beyond Memory
It's rainy here in southern France, and chilly. The sky is the color of winter, and a fitful sun keeps popping in and out of mountains of...
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