Tomorrow we leave for the States to visit the grandparents (my parents), family, and lots of friends – friends like Dusty Earth Mother. They lodge our zoo of a family every time we come to America, but then they have pugs so it’s probably not much of an adjustment. So, apart from mentioning that I might not be as present… Read More
Missing Paris are you? Missing things like … The Arc de Triomphe? The view down the Avenue des Champs Elysées. The bustling avenues. The heaters on the patios. The elegant shops decorated for Christmas. And more elegant shops. The crystal staircases. The intimate brasseries that serve steak and matchstick fries. The cool french women. (This is my sister-in-law modeling one… Read More
On Saturday, Sir and I went to a wedding. I had planned on wearing heels, but decided on long black boots instead. Out of respect for the couple who are on their honeymoon and haven’t even seen the pictures themselves, I’ll include just a few shots here with no direct views of faces that could threaten their privacy. It was… Read More
The title is pronounced « ah-lay up! say par-tee » and it roughly means, « here we go. » I hesitated about this title, knowing none of you would know what the heck it meant, but my original idea of titling the post « Giving » didn’t seem to work either, as it was besmirched with a false humility or a modest altruism which didn’t… Read More
« Chance » does not have the same meaning in French as it does in English. It means « lucky. » It’s another one of those false friends, like « deception ,» which in French means « disappointment, » and not « deceived .» This Sunday, in spite of a blooming cold and laryngitis, I celebrated my 41st birthday. It was lovely and simple. I threw out my low-carb diet… Read More
I pull on my jogging pants and tighten my Asics Gel Kayano’s for the Supinated Foot. Then I pull a long tee shirt over my million dollar baby weight and head out. I jog past the hedges with the bright orange berries past the funky … tree (is it?), and the persimmon tree past the Q-tip tree. I jog past… Read More
