Before meeting my first French boyfriend in New York, the idea of having a salad as a main meal never even crossed my mind. I’ve since changed, of course, and even my children expect to be fed salad for dinner every once in awhile. And since it’s summer, what better time? There is this salad called “salade compagnarde” or “salade… Read More
Archives for August 2012
How to Grow Lavender
This post teaches you how to grow lavender. Have you ever thought about growing it in your garden? I mean, why should those people in the South of France have all the fun? It’s super easy to do, but there are a few things you should know. For one thing, the growing part. Don’t start the plants from seed, as it’s… Read More
Paris, By Car
I decided to drive into Paris today. And for my debut, I decided to drive to Montparnasse where I was meeting my friend for lunch. Montparnasse is not the land of free and easy parking, but I was feeling bold. Plus I wanted to wear these shoes and not have to walk to the train, then transfer a couple of… Read More
Huffington Post – on Orphans
Finally – I have something tangible to offer those bloggers who were unable to make it to the conference. I attended a session sponsored by Johnson & Johnson on the State of World Mothers, and there was a call for posts concerning this theme. If you are interested in this, you can submit your story to globalmotherhood@huffingtonpost.com. Some of you… Read More
Highlights, BlogHer 2012
I loved eating dinner at a Greek restaurant with World Moms Blog founder and contributers. Thanks Jen! I loved having my President address our assembly via satellite. I love what he stands for and I hope he wins again – hope, hope, hope. I loved meeting Anna from An Inch of Gray – most of you will know that she… Read More
Like Water for Coffee
I eagerly told the lady at the pharmacy in France that I was traveling “all by myself” to New York for a conference, and sadly did not realize how ridiculous I sounded until I had left the store holding my bottle of cranberry pills. What am I – three years old? But there was something about traveling “all by myself”… Read More