birthday letter to america


Dear America,

It’s been a month since we’ve been back together and I have to say, you definitely have some qualities that make life so much better. First, the English – do you have any idea the kind of freedom it is to not even a second’s thought to how to say something? It’s such a change – and practically blissful. And then there’s the matter of air conditioning – sweet, sweet air conditioning. You have it everywhere and I revel in its ubiquitous presence. I also now re-embrace one of your most active ambassadors, Starbucks. I always felt a twinge of guilt visiting your foreign locations – I should be sitting at a cafe!! my head would ring, but here? It’s on. Probably one of the best things, America, – and you know what’s coming- is that you hold nearly every single one of my favorite people. With you, I get them – it’s a sweet deal. You also have a plethora of barbecue, Tex Mex, slurpees, free re-fills and customer service. I get to zoom down your highways and participate in the national past-time of believing in the damn near impossible.

Living abroad opened my eyes to just how easily I get to move around the world because you’re stamped on the front of my passport. I don’t think a lot of people realize the carte blanche it is being an American and slipping freely around the world. Our distance the last year and a half also showed me how wacky and sometimes amazingly egotistical you are. Getting to see you from another part of the world’s eyes is a perspective that I don’t ever want to lose. Yet when it comes to the end, you’re you and you’re my homeland. You let me grow up to think what I want, believe what I want and dream big – key elements to how I’ve become who I am. You also let me leave to see what else is out there and then allowed me back – thanks for that. And as for our next chapter together? Who knows where it will be…but until then,

Happy Birthday!




*Photo by Piero Sierra


This weekend I joined the party waaaay late and finally watched The Artist. With the innumerable pops and sizzles modern audiences are accustomed to in movies, I wasn’t sure how I would pace with the film. Rather quickly though, I found myself captivated by its black and white, silent world thick with expression and detail; so much so that when sound began to pop-up here and there, I barely noticed.

What I most definitely did take note of were the many hats adorned by the one Miss Peppy Miller, played by Berenice Bejo. I’m a huge fan of the idea of hats, but always fail to incorporate them into everyday looks. Why ruin a good hair day?! However, Miss P.M. has reinvorated my love. This fall, I’m channeling her looks…avec plaisir.

*All images found on Pinterest 

finally in place

I don’t live in France anymore.

That’s something I did. It’s not who I am.

I think those truths just snapped into place for me.

Nothing and no one has a hold on who I am but the One and Only.


“I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you let your Holy One see decay.

You have made known to me the path of life, you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”

Psalm 16:8-11




ryan can do no wrong

Before he was this,


he did this.

Skip to 0:37 to witness the dancing, the Hammer pants, and the moving and grooving to 90s hit, “Everybody Dance Now” or watch from the beginning to also experience Gosling’s renditon of “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

I can’t stop watching. Or laughing. Poor Ryan, I’m sure he loves this floating around the web, but let’s be honest, even then, the boy could charm a crowd. And dare I say it, the world needs to see more of those moves…but until then, repeat on YouTube!


street crossers – past and present

Over the weekend, I went to see an impressionism exhibit at Fort Worth’s Kimbell Art Museum. The entire collection, which includes 21 Renoirs and six Monets, was amassed by a single couple, Sterling and Francine Clark, and are now a part of the Sterline and Francine Clark Art Institute. All of the paintings were originally purchased to hang in one of the couples’ homes – can you imagine?!

My favorite painting from the exhibit was the small Crossing the Street by Giovani Boldini. A snapshot of Paris 1875, a woman is captured crossing the cobblestoned street with flowers in hand is en route to a perfectly normal day. At first sight, I’m drawn to it because it’s a world you and I could easily fall into. Take away the woman’s style of dress, and this scene could be Paris in 2012 (yes, even the horse-drawn carriages can be found regularly in certain parts of the city). The open store fronts, dog-walkers, and people checking-out other people are just as ordinary. And then I realized that perhaps I like the painting even more, because it’s a 19th century version of a 21st century artist, The Sartorialist founder Scott Schuman. I’d like to think he would have maybe shot this women just as Boldini did 137 years ago. Time period forgotten, distinct style always catches the eye.




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