This building sits close to school. Anytime I look at it, I feel like I’m living in middle-age France. I have no idea how old it is, but love how it doesn’t fit with anything else in the neighborhood.
a magical moment
In Paris, the change that occurs in the first few minutes after the rain stops and the sun appears can be rather magical. It’s like watching a switch be flipped from black and white to color or Dorothy leaving her Kansas house to step…
si normale
Sorry for being gone so long last week, but I got married. Nah. You didn’t believe that, did you? Really though, my week was mostly about unpacking, going to class, having an extra café crème in twilight sun, feeling a new…
thoughts a decade after
We all know where we were. For me, it was eighth grade American history class. I remember the look on my teacher’s face as she rushed out of the room: dumbstruck disbelief. I didn’t know what the World Trade Center…
jet-lagged thoughts
Despite a long delay, my plane landed in Paris this morning. Walking out of the airport, the outside air hit against my skin and coolness seemed to go straight though me; it felt so fresh. It turned out to a…
happy weekend, let’s eat cake.
This weekend will be the last that I spend in Texas until Christmas (!) and it appears to be filling up with football, family, friends, and what else, but food. The tempo of time ensures that before I know it, I’ll find myself on a place…