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First of all, thank you, dear friends, for all your comments on my last post. Somehow life’s ginormous changes aren’t quite as scary with you next to me. Reading your kind words of congratulations and encouragement gave me my first tiny burst of confidence — a feeling of I can DO this! (instead of: we are [...]
I love Paris any time of the year, but lately the weather has been gloomy gumdrops: dark, grey, wet, cold — in other words, the perfect conditions for holing up inside and revising a manuscript. That’s where I am for the next few weeks, mes amis, and I apologize in advance for the paucity of [...]
Happy new year! We have gone from this: To this: Bonne année, bonne santé, plein de bonnes choses pour 2013! xoxo
Greetings from New York City! The skies are so blue, the sun so bright, the food so delicious, the reunions with old friends so sweet. Yesterday morning I found myself on the L train at rush hour, squeezed into a car with all the commuting Williamsburg hipsters. There was so much vintage clothing, it smelled [...]
I was supposed to leave California yesterday, but the storm has extended my visit for a few more days. The photos of the East Coast are horrible and my heart goes out to those facing damaged property, power cuts, floods and worse. Meanwhile, I’m guiltily basking in the California sunshine, carving pumpkins with my family [...]
Good news: We have moved to a new apartment! Bad news: Our kitchen is still in boxes, the boxes are piled waist-high, and last week I managed to set my laptop in a puddle of water where it rested for over 24 hours. As if I don’t have enough going on, I’m also on deadline [...]
Greetings from Washington, DC! We’re still in furnished housing while we find a place to live. For now, I’m reveling in the things you can’t find in France, like sweet corn from the Farmer’s Market, so fresh its juices ran down my chin.
Greetings from Hong Kong! I’m here for work, which means I’m eating at least five meals a day, all in the name of research. I think I might be food drunk.
Greetings from Cape Cod! Last night, as we ripped the shells apart with our bare hands and dipped the meat into melted butter, my in-laws asked how they eat lobster in France. Not like this.
A zurrita is a tiny glass of beer and there’s none more satisfying than one sipped while standing at a pintxos bar. I just got home from San Sebastiàn, Spain and the Pays Basque and am still sorting through 146 photos from my trip. I’ll be back again soon with a full report of all [...]« Previous Entries