Dear Jim, Three years ago this summer, you warred with the cruelest of enemies–depression. He was a sinister thief of your thoughts. He tried to make you unrecognizable even to those of us who knew you best. He made it difficult for you to eat, sleep, and
Read more →Over the past few weeks I’ve watched friends stride through different rites of passage. Some sent their child to away-camp for the first time. Others released their youngest into the realm of college. I’ve not reached either pinnacle yet. But I recognize them to be fraught with
Read more →Strasbourg straddles the border between France and Germany. I spent a long weekend there with my husband, in 2007. He lived there from the time he was 8 until his family up and moved to the States, when he was in high school. My favorite part of
Read more →I’ve spent only one day in Antibes, so I can’t fairly answer the question in my headline. Still I pose it, because the weather was volatile during my hours in Antibes. I wonder what it’d be like on a calmer day. The storminess has cast my memory
Read more →Ahead of daylight on a chilly October morning, we stirred, shuffled into a boulangerie for a petit déjeuner, and caught a tour bus from Paris to Normandy. I slumbered on the several-hour journey. When I woke, this was my view: A dream on a hill–otherwise called Mont-Saint
Read more →The most famous places in Paris–like Le Tour Eiffel and the Arc De Triomphe–are stunning. On any given street, there’s a line of uncommon beauty, too. Symmetrical bliss in design and layout. An eye-catcher in the distance. The city bears the scent of perfume, Vespa fumes and
Read more →I miss France. I’ve never lived there, I can barely scrape together enough French for a sensible sentence—let alone match the language’s dreamy lilt. I’ve only passed through on trips, mostly for pleasure, and once on the tail-end of a business trip. Not nearly as put-together as
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