- 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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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 »
My friend Ellen had a dollhouse that had been constructed for her by a family member. Made of thin pine boards. The carpets of the tiny rooms, I realize now, were mere green felt. But what a thing it was, an elaborate maze of stairways and small spaces. Even the dolls… Read full post »
- I’m coming to Paris! I’ll stay with you, like we planned! What's your address?
- My place is problematic.
- It doesn’t matter. I love you. You don’t feel the same?
- I do. Okay: Avenue Feuillant. … Read full post »
As you can imagine, Irritable Bowel Syndrome makes a lot of things difficult, from food choices and eating in restaurants, to getting to and from work, or, in extreme cases, even getting up the courage to leave the house. But there are also so many little things that become… Read full post »
The "last meal" is the kind of thing most of us have probably thought about at one time or another, perhaps while watching some prison drama or cooking show – or while enjoying some bliss-inducing, excellent food.
The thing is, I personally find myself getting too caught up in the… Read full post »
The people lingering in the garish hallways of the Drouot auction house seem suddenly to move faster as the time arrives. Middle-aged men in plaid shirts and sagging khakis, old women falling into ruin, stand -- or, if they can, sit -- just outside the door of Salle 14.
This weekend, I tried to end something that’s been nagging at me for a while. A small worry, a lingering regret. A few years ago, I bought a 1920's-era photograph from an old woman at a neighborhood-wide garage sale. The woman told me that the person in the picture was… Read full post »
One day many years ago, my mother took my sister and me to the veterinary clinic where she was working. Though she often let us visit her workplace (cats with tiny anesthesia masks on, kenneled dogs crazily barking, and the odor of benedyne pepper my childhood memories), this time was… Read full post »
Over the past few days, the boyfriend has single-handedly built a wall-to-wall sliding-door storage closet in our living room. Banned from the construction site because of my clumsiness (and rightly so; yesterday, for example, while carrying my computer, I somehow slipped on our non-slippery floor, c… Read full post »