Yesterday, Mark and I had “the talk”, as we are wont to do every New Year’s Eve. It’s how we…
Toulouse!
I recently had a big birthday, as one does if one lives long enough. I had big ideas for where…
On soup and being rude
Did you know you can’t find pre-made chicken soup in France? No broth either. And it’s not terribly common to…
Home and Away
Newton’s first law of motion: a body at rest tends to remain at rest; a body in motion tends to…
The year, so far
I love that I have a record here of my hare-brained ideas, so I can go back and see what…
The crazy grown-up digs
The tale can now be told. Who knew it would take this long? The story, in its entirety: Late March…
The Basilica of Brioude
Cantal excursion, day 3. We’d seen beautiful towns and had eaten very, very well. How much better could one trip…
The Extraordinary Ordinary
August is the cruelest month. Our new home in the south of France is as hot as the blazes, but…
The Master of Cabestany
I love good historical fiction, the kind written by historians with a knack for spinning a tale. The trouble is,…
Right now, it’s like this
Right now is a time to be in-between places. Neither here nor there. We’re moving, but our new apartment won’t…