- Paris, France
- December 31
- Writer, copy editor, translator, travel planner. Head servant to my cat.
- A reader, a writer, a fingernail biter, a cat person, a traveller, a cookie inhaler, an immigrant, a dreamer. …And now, self-employed! If you like my blog and if you're looking for sparkling writing, painstaking proofreading, nimble French-English translation, or personalized travel planning, feel free to check out www.alysasalzberg.com.
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For the past three weeks, I’ve been traveling with my brother and his fiancée in Italy, Amsterdam, and Brussels. Late last week, we returned to Paris, where we did local sightseeing and a lot of bonding. They left yesterday, and it’s been so strange to not have them her… Read full post »
I’m not a basketball fan, and this post isn’t about basketball. Instead, it’s about the strange connection I have with a particular term in the basketball world: March Madness.
A few years ago, I told my friend Caddie I was sorry I hadn’t been in touch much lately. &nbs… Read full post »
I saw a picture of a pomegranate in a book
and asked my mother
to bring one home.
sliced into that lovely skin the color of sunsets,
revealing not the soft flesh-like pulp I’d imagined,
but hard seeds
in liquid that… Read full post »
It took me a really long time to learn to walk. That’s the way I’ve been about most big developments in life; I rarely just decide to do something on the spur of the moment. Instead, I hesitate, analyze, worry over what could go wrong. Baby me probably didn’t want to… Read full post »
It seems like the last time I posted here was ages ago, but it was actually this past Wednesday. I think it's more about being out of touch with the rest of you guys. I love coming here and reading your posts and commenting and exchanging PM's, and I haven't been… Read full post »
A lot of people say that February is a difficult month. It's cold and dreary (at least if you're in the northern hemisphere), and there are no major holidays for a while. Not to give short shrift to Groundhog Day, which I find delightful and which has provided me… Read full post »
Well, it's been a tough week and a half around here. So tough that I've actually gotten kind of mean. So tough, that I'm glad the boyfriend is off to a family reunion this weekend and I get some time to just curl up into myself and not have anyone to… Read full post »
I take a breath. How am I going to write this email without seeming overly upset?
After a few minutes, I begin:
I just want to thank you all, on behalf of myself and my brother (and Hermes) for all your help in spreading the word… Read full post »
At times like this, she comes to me,
the woman I could have been.
Somehow I know her only big question
would be about loneliness.
While I have so many,
like belongings in a cheap, messy bag
I know she wouldn’t have,
like longish hairs on… Read full post »
When my brother Jason* left for film school, the usual things stayed back home: knick-knacks, books, papers, and photos accumulated over eighteen years of life. Action figures and the occasional stuffed animal sat staring out windows, watching the year change for the first time without m… Read full post »
“So, I guess you weren’t at the protest this weekend,” my mother says over the phone. “I couldn’t believe it,” she goes on. “One of the people I work with told me there was a big protest march against gay marriage in Paris, and I thought, P… Read full post »
It seems inevitable: Before any trip I take -- usually a few weeks or a few months before -– I have a moment where I suddenly get a panicked feeling. “How am I going to do this?” I ask myself.
How am I going to do this?, I thought when I… Read full post »
Six and a half years ago, after a horrendous break-up and several obligatory months back in the US (for unrelated reasons), I returned to Paris. Although I’d had time to think, it wasn’t enough. I kept wondering what had happened to cause the end of that passionate rela… Read full post »
I was going to do what I've been doing these recent turbulent weeks, and cross-post something here that I also published on Our Salon. But I don't want to.
Something's really been bothering me lately. I've never been good at balancing things in my life. When one part takes my concentration,… Read full post »
Hello out there....
I don't know who will read this, but I know that there are some people still coming to OS, despite the boycott by a majority of its regular contributors and the general problems with accessing the site. I, myself, have always intended to continue blogging here, but I've… Read full post »
La grande roue (image source)
From our window in this new place, we can see the top half of the Grande Roue in the Jardin des Tuileries. Far off, lit white every night, shining like an archway of diamonds or stars.
I remember riding it with you, one night… Read full post »
Lying down, I wonder, Where is the usual stream of cars? No trucks pause below the window, their hydraulics puffing and groaning at the stoplight. There’s no misbegotten youth outside, yelling to each other, laughing, sometimes fighting. It’s as if, tonight, they&… Read full post »
OSer Ingrid Ricks’ new memoir FOCUS starts out like a nightmare: During a routine eye exam, she’s told the slight vision problems she’s been having might be more than just a side effect of getting older. Another examination reveals that she has retinitis pigmentosa… Read full post »
People are often surprised when I suggest a cemetery as one of the things they should see in Paris.
Of course, Père Lachaise isn’t like most cemeteries. Named for a Jesuit priest and confessor of Louis XIV who once owned the land, Père Lachaise opened i… Read full post »
They say if you love someone, set them free. Growing up with two loving but controlling parents, often, to be set free was all I wanted. I wanted out of obligations, I wanted to be able to go out of state for college, and out of the country to explore. … Read full post »