My husband turns to me from the desk downstairs, his chest swelling up with pride. “Go upstairs,” he says, “and take a look on the mantle.” “Okaay,” I say slowly. I survey the scene dispassionately. Fragrant, full-blossomed roses – which he knows are my favorite flower – set on the marble shelf in an old hand-blown bottle from his great-grandfather’s… Read More
La Rentrée is pronounced “la ron-tray” and it means “back to school.” Except the meaning is more precise than that, because it means the first day of school or the first week of school – precisely. Once, a parent to one of my English students scolded me because she showed up to class the first week after the New Year… Read More
I’m sorry to say that this post is just like one of those rides at the amusement park. You know – the swings that you sit in, that rise up very high and soar outwards, going around and around until you’re dizzy? But that is what my life has become, and it’s not surprising that the words are soaring out… Read More
I wish I were young enough to do this. Don’t you? PS Since I wasn’t able to address any of the lovely comments you left me on the last post, I feel I should clarify that we did not, in fact, actually stay in that castle on the cliff. We’re really rather ordinary people, you know. PPS I’m back –… Read More
Halloo there! We just got back from Alsace yesterday, which explains my absence from the blogosphere. And it’s tough settling back in. Petit Prince is weepy and my house is messy and we ran out of money and my nose is runny and I think it’s funny but it’s snot. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, just… Read More
Well I’m a little slow on the uptake for a post today because I want to do a giveaway (that is where my mind has been) but I haven’t yet received the articles in question to take pictures and woo you with them. So in the meantime, I will leave you with a few photos of the children’s “spectacle” (pronounced… Read More
