Notes to self
My favorite Paris: The Marais
6 April, 2017

Every so often, I hear about a friend or someone else I know going to Paris. If I think their tastes run similar to mine* I get really excited to tell them about all of the awesome things I think they should experience. Trouble is, there’s a lot of cool stuff, and I usually run […]

Dear Cheesemonger: Take me back to Paris!
22 February, 2017

As I grow more and more heartsick over the news each morning and the relentless gray-ness of Chicago winter presses down on my spirits and my sense of well-being, I think of escape. Even though I want to be anywhere but where I am, Paris shines out like a beacon. At least there’s some romance […]

La rentrée – and other cool French concepts
13 September, 2016

Last week was Labor Day and my Facebook feed was inundated with pictures of everyone’s kids going back to school. The nights are starting to get cooler and we’re getting what feels like our first taste of fall. I’m ready to pull out my sweaters and put away my sandals. Everyone (including me…more on that later) seems […]

Three months later…
1 September, 2016

  It’s been three months since I returned from my six-week trip to France. As you can see, no blogging went on during (or even after) the trip. Best laid plans and all that… Three days after I arrived in France, my tablet (which I had planned on using to blog, with the addition of […]

I’m going to France for 6 weeks!
17 April, 2016

Monday, I’m leaving for what may well be the biggest adventure of my life so far. I’m going to France for 6 weeks by myself – no husband, family, or friends. It big and scary and completely exhilarating all at the same time. It’s a lot for me to process (and if this is the […]

Permission for messy beginnings
14 April, 2016

  “Beginnings are always messy.” – John Galsworthy Beginnings are messy things. Just ask anyone who has ever had a child or renovated a bathroom. Whether or not you know what you are doing and what is supposed to happen, the mess is usually unavoidable. And I don’t really like messes – or not knowing […]