Young Lady is turning nine. She’s approaching those pre-teen years that I dread so much am so excited for. I tried a Martha Stewart-inspired bird nest cupcake theme for her class with indifferent success. (What nest? There’s a nest?) And after school we went to the mall so she could get her ears pierced. She was allowed to choose one… Read More

There have been a lot of things going on over here. I finally accompanied my children on a class trip, proving that there is some hope of redemption for every mother. Each year the town hall organizes a cross country race and requires invites the children from all of the schools to participate.   I was proud of my children… Read More

There is only one reason to put up with snow. Kids. (And Kids-at-Heart). And dogs. Hunter is a hunting dog – an epagneul breton. As an adult he will need to run 3 hours a day. He will be disappointed. My friend Claudia said he was gangly. It’s true, he’s a teen. He tried to hump the bag of fertilizer… Read More

Dogs are gross aren’t they? I mean they transform my garden. They eat pigs ears and cows ears and beef intestine. Hunter ripped open the bag of beef intestine (panse de boeuf) and scattered the fine stinky crumbs all over my living room rug, just moments before all my students arrived. I had to whip out the vacuum and open… Read More

Did you ever feel like you were living the lives of three people all at once? That kind of busy? On Friday we drove North to pick up our dog. Meet Hunter. We had to give him a name that started with an “H” because in France, if it’s a pure-bred (no matter which), they all have to have a… Read More