my daily journal

I’ve learned you bond with someone when you go through something tough and real together. When you see each other at your worst, not just your best, and like them anyway. When you realize that when the world is upside down, they are the kind of person that stays right-side up. When they have the ability to make you smile when there’s really no other reason to. When you experience, first-hand, that they are someone you can call, no matter the time, or day, when you are in need of sunshine and their voice is instant warmth. I think there’s a real chance that love found in the time of corona, could be the most real kind of love.

I also realized eating solo every day meant “real” meals were in danger. Dinner could become a candy bar, or a jar of PB and a spoon because no one was going to know about it. In Paris, it was R&D to go to the city’s most charming and authentic restaurants. I dined solo on three-course dinners of escargot, steak tartare, and chocolate mousse on the regular.

So, I decided in an effort to try to be French, and chic, and refined – I would start the Stay-In Saturday Supper Club. Consider this your official invitation to join me.

Since my divorce, I’ve grown very comfortable being alone. In Paris, I had completely embraced how selfish and untied down I was. I loved how no one had the ability to affect my mood or day, no one’s alarm woke me in the morning or movie-watching kept me up at night. I didn’t have to check with anyone before I made plans or decisions. I wasn’t remotely jealous of co-habitating couples. I didn’t envy their proper homes and giggling babies when I was out at night in Paris being kissed on bridges and caressed in cafes over creme brûlée… but oh, how that changes…

And usually, we bloom too. We start jobs, we move cities, we get married, we open businesses, we make friends, we grow.
How do we bloom this spring? At first, it seems impossible but think deeper and realize it’s actually more possible now than ever.

I left Paris this weekend. Saturday night when they issued that all businesses were ordered to close, I panicked. Just two days earlier, we’d been told to work from home, then school was canceled, then we were told to stay indoors. Now forced closures. It was all happening so fast that I foresaw, and feared […]

In this last week, everyone’s lives have changed. I don’t know a single person whose vacations, retreat, work-trip, honeymoon, or wedding is not canceled or on hold. Everyone is inside whatever four walls they call home for a while now. It’s an easy sacrifice to make for the health of everyone – sit on your […]

On March 1st I woke up went for a run on the Seine. It’s usually not a large crowd there – the Parisians are too busy buying croissants or caressing whoever they brought home last night to be up, exercising on a Sunday morning. But I arrived to find it PACKED! What’s going on here, […]

I’ve been a want-to-be dancer my whole life. Over the years, I’ve taken everything from afro-dance to zumba, but never, have I EVER had the opportunity to dance the can-can. I knew nothing about what this class would entail, and they had no website. But how could I resist signing up? The only information I could find via Classpass reviews was that outfits were provided.
SOLD.

One thing I adore about France is that it lives up to the stereotypes one associates with it. You can always spot someone on the street carrying a long baguette tucked under their arm. You will pass passionate pairs of lovers intertwined on every bridge day or night. By noon people will be lunching outside, facing the street with glasses of wine and cigarettes. Due to the crepe stands on every coin, the air really does smell like warm Nutella most of the time, and no matter where you are, you can always find someone playing an accordion.

Where I Traveled: Paris I moved to Paris this month, and for the first entire month in the last ten years, I stayed put in one place. I did not pack a bag anywhere so I could soak up the fact that I live here. I have dreamed of living here since I was in […]

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