Look who I bumped into at the grocery store yesterday… Happy Chinese New Year! It’s the year of the dragon. Since I’m a dragon I’m…
As I have a penchant for invigorating unfashionable subjects in my books, it only seems natural to continue in this vein in the blog. Thankfully,…
Insomnia. Four nights in a row of it and I can hardly see straight, my brain is scrambled and I ache all over. If you’ve…
The Eiffel Tower by Blaise Mariétan To you, dear readers, all my warmest wishes for the New Year. May 2012 be a year of fresh…
Christmas at the Place Sainte Marthe The-job-that-pays-the-bills has made this week particularly hectic. Having little time to write, I will, therefore, refer us to the…
As a follow up to last week’s post, I did make Emily Dickinson’s gingerbread. It was dense, thick and dark; it rose but an inch. …
December has sprung on us; nature seems to have other ideas about the season. Last year at this time we had our mittens on and…
When my son was in kindergarten he announced to his teacher that his mother was a professor at the Eiffel Tower. Did his five year-old…
After some eight years of being a subscriber, I did not renew my subscription to The Guardian Weekly this year. I won’t go into why;…
A couple of weeks ago I strolled through a neighborhood vide grenier, the French version of our garage sale, just outside the Buttes Chaumont park…