- 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.
MY RECENT POSTS
- First Word
February 18, 2015 08:52AM
- Bright blooms and a ghost
February 03, 2015 09:30AM
- New York pizza in Paris: No
longer just a dream!
January 30, 2015 02:16PM
- Charlie, hate speech, and
January 25, 2015 07:18PM
- An American half-Jew in Paris
January 16, 2015 04:44PM
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phyllis - All
the best to your…”
February 18, 2015 06:40PM
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can get access
to this movie
February 18, 2015 08:21AM
- “I am also eating chicken
soup (due to getting over
stomach flu) and I don't
February 18, 2015 08:20AM
- “Argh. How did I miss
this?! It's wonderful.”
February 18, 2015 08:19AM
- “Oh - and to be clear - I
have nothing against atheists
February 18, 2015 08:18AM
Alysa Salzberg's Links
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- MY SHORT STORIES AND OTHER CREATIVE WRITING ON OS
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 »
“You can insist all you like. I won’t do it.”
“Claude, I really need you to be in this photograph. It’s a way to promote the act – and if we don’t promote the act, we could risk losing our place here.”
“There are enough… Read full post »
A response to Beth Mann’s post, “My Secret Republican Side”.
It’s hard to see completely clearly within yourself, but I know that most of the major decisions I’ve made in my life point to love being what motivates me. Which made it sort of funn… Read full post »
Recently, I came across some pictures I've taken of various places around Paris over the past year or so. Voulez-vous take a little photographic trip avec moi?
If you do, let’s head down to the Metro, and check out a map to see how to get to where we’re headed… Read full post »
Our cat Ali tries his best to beat the heat.
With some exceptions, including most office buildings, museums, and movie theaters, a majority of French interiors are sans air-conditioning.
When it comes to modern conveniences, the French often seem to be behind… Read full post »
August 16 is the anniversary of the boyfriend and I first moving in together. Somehow, I realized this morning, I’d attributed the date to my OS blogoversary, which is actually August 14.
I guess it’s not so surprising; in many ways, like our apartment, OS has become a home for… Read full post »
As many of us know, there has been a sudden upswing in blatant anti-Semitism here on OS. Generally when people make hateful remarks, especially on a site like this, where most members seem to be open-minded, tolerant people, to say the least, I try not… Read full post »
Nearly two decades after their rough divorce, my parents still don’t exactly get along very well, to put it mildly. One of my father’s constant criticisms of my mother is, “She likes animals more than people.” Seeing that he was forced to live with at least… Read full post »
When Lea Lane told me she was going to be in Paris in early August and wanted to get together, I was excited. But I have to admit, once the initial excitement died down, I also felt a little nervous. Lea, after all, is a world-traveller who seems to have done it… Read full post »
Dwarfed by soaring sequoias in Muir Woods
Imagine the tree*
that I could touch
my skin ready
for the feel
of its lines and mine
afterwards… Read full post »
Yesterday, Poppi Iceland's Open Call about our immigration stories got me thinking. As I looked for posts I'd written about my ancestors' immigration to the United States, and mine to France, I came upon one that still made me feel indignant. When I got onto OS today and… Read full post »
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