Friends have emailed me recently asking when we’re returning to the United States. I looked back at this blog and realized that I’ve been remiss. Let me catch you up, we’re not. At least not to live. Not yet. After… Read More ›
My husband can’t speak french and never played petanque. But when we moved to Paris, he joined a petanque league. He’s learning the language, the game, and how to survive as an expat.
Last May, I arrived in Paris with one suitcase large enough to transport Jimmy Hoffa’s body, a smaller and more practical backpack for everything which didn’t fit in the suitcase, and an even smaller–but highly impractical–computer backpack. (Impractical only because… Read More ›
I’m back, yet I’m not back. Five years ago, my son Ryan dreamed up the title of this blog and it was good. Over the years, I deviated from the intent: I wrote about travel (Three Days in Philadelphia or… Read More ›