A personal tale of style, transition, and life lessons.
My Son, the Factory Worker
When the phone rang yesterday afternoon, I couldn’t have been more delighted. I recognized the number immediately – it was my 18-year old son calling from Europe. The last time we talked, he was fresh off 20 long hours of travel. He was weary, but excited to find himself overseas again. He was ready to […]
TGIF (My French Fantasy)
My French fantasy. Really.
Dear ELLE Magazine in Paris
Dear ELLE Magazine Editor-in-Chief, Thank you so much for offering me the position of Executive Extraordinaire of Chic Geeks and Sweet Cheeks with French Speak. I am delighted to accept, and appreciative of the fact that you will allow me to work remotely from my cozy, charming, very French styled and eclectic East Coast American […]
Stereotypes, Generalizations, and Judgments are BAD. Or Am I Being Too Judgmental?
Judge not, or…
Are French Men Irresistible?
The myth of the French man? Some of it isn’t myth…
I’m not dead yet, but I must be certifiable
So my kid is up at 4:00 am, Friday morning. Yes, this morning. In the kitchen. Which of course wakes me up, after four blissful hours which possibly could have extended into five. I’m a light sleeper no matter what, and these days, that’s an understatement. So I pad out to the kitchen (10 steps […]
Travel time needn’t mean headache
Leaving… on a jet plane… Grab the passport, pack in an hour, and hop on a plane – for a fabulous destination! Oh yes. I used to do it in a heart beat, with no worries and a great deal of efficiency. Moreover, I was always excited to travel – especially if it meant the […]
Parenting Tips: When Kids Are Ready for Home Alone
I recently described a transatlantic booty call from an old friend – with the possibility of a free trip to Paris (compliments of his generosity). French sex versus responsible parenting? For me, it’s a no-brainer; I received commiseration from the single moms (how romantic, how nice to dream, etc.), and from the single dads – […]
Strange notes; no visible thread
No visible thread, no thread we recognize; only these strange notes, this scent, this cloud of color, this reminiscent taste. Yes, the sensation of relief. Yesterday, walking… and reminders I wondered once what I would remember and what I would forget. Yesterday, walking. Yesterday, restless. Yesterday, too much to do, my first born in the […]