For the past eight years–my God, that’s a long time–I’ve spent an inordinate amount of my time in airports. First it was Boston-NY, the shuttle that I could buy from a machine…
Tag: Paris
Consular Adventures: A Novella
In both my city of birth and my adopted city, it is generally frowned upon to publicly display any emotion aside from rage (in the case of my city of birth) or…
3 Perfect Days in Paris
The other day, I got an e-mail from a friend of mine from my days in Cannes, asking for Paris recommendations for a long weekend to give to some friends of hers….
Coq au vin and coming home
My first morning in Paris (OK, my most recent “first morning in Paris”) was tinged with excitement and nerves: I took the RER C from Breuillet into the city–a trip that used…
Apartment Hunting and Brussels Sprouts
Apartment hunting is definitely not my favorite kind of shopping. I mean, sure, it’s fun if you have all the time in the world or all the money in the world, but…
Goodbye Paris
There are two things that are integral to my personal happiness: 1) The time, inclination, environment and inspiration conducive to writing. 2) The availability of things to do–people to see, errands to…
I’m Home
I like New York. I swear, I do. I like my new apartment. I love my new roommates. I like being near my parents. I like the 24-hour Subway, 24-hour Duane Reade…
On a scale of one to ten…
Growing up, this was my father’s favorite phrase. “On a scale of one to ten, how do you think you did on that test?” “On a scale of one to ten, how…
Almost-Spring
Almost-Spring is in the air. If you’ve lived in cold-weather climates (I’m looking at you Canadians… and you, too, New-Englanders), then you know what I’m talking about: it’s not warm–far from it….
Au Revoir
“When you went home this time, I had a feeling you weren’t coming back,” he says when I tell him, finally. I’ve only just admitted it to myself: the next step is…