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At 4:15am on Wednesday, March 14, I woke up breathing hard, launched from dreams into a panic attack.
This isn’t particularly unusual for me. But unlike the normal incomprehensible anxiety, this time the attack’s cause was very clear. “You’ll be all right,”… Read full post »
In 1930, Josephine Baker, one of my heroes, stepped onstage and sang, “J’ai deux amours, mon pays et Paris.” (“I have two loves: my country and Paris.”) Parisians knew American and resident performer Baker exclusively for her exotic looks and frenetic/… Read full post »
As some of you know, the boyfriend is very involved in Napoleonic battle reconstitutions. This past weekend, he and his fellow reenactors made their annual trek to Craonne, site of a battle in 1814 (and also nearly one hundred years later, during World War I).
I'm happy to say that, due… Read full post »
Usually when my sister sends me an email, it’s a link to something she thought was funny, or a picture of one her pets wearing some kind of costume. Nothing prepared me for the troubling message I got yesterday.
In the subject line, I read “Caboodle Ranch”. … Read full post »
Yesterday, OSer Candace (aka Femme Forte) posted this fun OC. It reminds me of the Proust Questionnaire, which I did this summer, but few of the questions are the same. So, I decided to go for it. If you haven't yet, why not join in the fun?:
A few hours ago, the boyfriend came in from the kitchen and said, "There's a pigeon dying on our windowsill."
Those of you lucky enough to catch the Oscars last night (here in France they were only aired on a pay cable channel that we don’t have…sigh….) probably saw the funny, handsome Frenchman Jean Dujardin win Best Actor for his role in The Artist.
After a good amount of planning and deliberation, I am coming to the NY area in mid- to late March, sans the boyfriend (for budget and cat-watching reasons).
While I'm there, I would LOVE to meet up with those of you who live in or near New… Read full post »
There had been whispers about it for decades, usually among feminists, occasionally echoed by female politicians. This fall, the issue came into the spotlight again, touted by women’s rights organizations Les Chiennes de Garde (Guard Bitches) and Osez le féminisme (Dare Feminism),… Read full post »
I sit up as the alarm goes off. In front of me is the window, its curtains drawn back.
He stirs beside me. "It's snowing outside," I say.
It rarely snows in Paris, and in the time I've been here, it's never snowed like this. The flakes fall soft and dense… Read full post »
For Christmas this year, my in-laws gave me a book called Dans les fôrets de Sibérie (In the Forests of Siberia) by Sylvain Tesson. While they may have chosen it because it won the 2011 Prix Medicis Essai, and is a well-written and enjoyable book, I couldn’t help but think it… Read full post »
When it comes to my celebrity lookalike, for a long time, I'd been told it was Bette Midler.
One of my high school teachers, who was a big fan, even told me I walk like her.
So, that was my go-to answer when such questions came up.… Read full post »
It started like any other movie night. But it would end in possible self-imposed exile from the Chinese restaurant down the street.
On Tuesday evening, we decided to go see The Descendants. As friends had told us, the film is moving, but just light enough to keep you from coming… Read full post »
Harriet the Spy, illustration by author Louise Fitzhugh
Eloquent blogger and recent stalwart dieter Sarah Cavanaugh wrote me the other day with the following questions: "I keep hearing that French people aren't fat. What is their secret? Do they snack at/… Read full post »
This season's poster for the Cirque d'Hiver
I can’t say how long it had been since I'd last gone to the circus. I'd been to the Ringling Brothers & Barnum & Bailey one several times as a kid, and hold dear memories of big cats and a… Read full post »
“I got a job offer from a company in Luxembourg. Great salary. I think I’m going to take it.”
“Luxembourg?” I try to hide my shock. “But what about Singapore?”
“Well, yes, but I’ll make more at this job. Singapore was a dream,… Read full post »
A Neolithic Venus figurine
This weekend, we left Paris to spend some time in a Renaissance-era castle where, among other things, we hung out with some prehistoric supermodels. Sort of.
The suburbs to the west of Paris are full of beautiful 19th and early 20th century… Read full post »
I always think of you that Florida night, the way you coaxed me from the beach house with a pinky promise of some kind, and there we were, a short time later, giggling in front of the hotel, running down the pier with two boys (who both were only there for… Read full post »
When I think about the way I met them, I realize their characters should have been clear to me long ago.
Eggplant came into my life the way it probably does for most Italian-American kids. One day, maybe at a big dinner with extended family, a relative sets a plate… Read full post »
The Poe Toaster, photograph from Life Magazine, 1990.
A wild-haired, pale man stumbles and falls in the chaotic streets of Baltimore. More than a hundred and fifty years later, on his birthday, a small crowd gathers in the darkness near his burial site at Westminst/… Read full post »
As I type this, the boyfriend is on the other side of the couch, headphones in his ears, watching an episode of The Walking Dead.
It’s not that we’re in a fight (though watching a buzzed-about TV show without me would normally be an effective act of revenge); I just… Read full post »
When we got her note, it all seemed clear.
Lacey is my twin, but not my mirror image. Where my hair and eyes are dark, hers are light. Even her bones seem different, hollow like a bird’s. When we were younger, she’d run through the corn fields out back, so… Read full post »