In France, we are ahead of the States in experiencing the effects of the virus, and are currently in week two of a government-imposed, country-wide quarantine, which means that you may only go out for doctor or pharmacy, for groceries, for an hour of sports (alone or with a child, and far from others), or for essential work – and… Read More
In French, the word “douce” – as in une langue douce, or a gentle tongue – can also mean sweet. You talk about desserts as being douce in the same way you talk about people being douce. In pondering what it means to have a sweet tongue, therefore, it was natural to make the leap and examine what the opposite of that would be.
Last weekend was the third marriage retreat organised by our Paris church, and the second retreat to be held in a nearby château. This year the château had removed the scaffolding from the façade so we were able to appreciate its beauty. The theme this year was “A Garden to Cultivate”, and the couple that leads the Geneva church came… Read More
It’s been a mad start to the school year. I finally feel like I’m coming up for air, even though I still have a sprained ankle, have an MRI scheduled, and will likely need injections to reduce inflammation, (and also crutches?). In addition, I have pretty severe tendonitis and carpal tunnel, despite hundreds spent on ergonomic solutions and trial after… Read More
My favourite visit was the HOPE school in India. It was nearly an hour away from where we were staying. (Everything was at least an hour away from where we were staying. My entire visit is summed up in the words: “We drove.”). The reason I loved it most is not because there was a greater need in the school… Read More
If you falter in times of trouble, how small is your strength. That’s the way the proverb goes, and this one has been coming back to me lately. There has been plenty of trouble to put my strength to the test. If you’re a steady reader of A Lady in France, you’ll know that I took the month of November off… Read More
