What Remains

If you would have told the me in this picture, the me of 4 days ago, that Notre Dame would go up in flames, I wouldn’t have believed you. Having walked the city for thirteen miles the previous day, we were tired, on the last leg of our 36-hour jaunt in the city before returning…

My Word for the Year is a Four Letter One

The new year is off to a rocky start. That’s the sense I’m getting from more than a few people I’ve talked to. And although I could make a gratitude list as long as my dining room table, my January didn’t start off so hot either. Feverish, maybe because by the time January rolled in…

Little Did We Know

This is us four years ago. The autumn when my husband cashed in airline miles and booked a trip to visit friends in France without telling me, (which yes, is romantic, but also stress and argument inducing) and sold his blood–or plasma rather–to help pay for it. You might say we have a wee bit…

Vacation Fragments

New Year’s Eve and delayed planes, throw up and expired kids. Airline workers who promise the moon and hand you a pebble. Honorable workers who rent cars at 3 am. Missed turns and surprise tolls on unknown roads, scramble for quarters. Flashing lights and sirens (I swear they were quarters!) We’re here. Grandma’s condo. 5…

Hand Over the Cheese and Don’t Look at the Bread

The best thing about Paris? For me? No doubt the Eifel tower is glorious, the cathedrals and architecture stunning, the history, artwork, literary gems– (I took a picture of Victor Hugo’s writing desk!) all amazing. But if I’m really being honest? The best thing about Paris? The cheese. I know. I’m a Wisconsin girl. I…