Category Archives: Adjusting to France

Caveman Foodies

I remember going to a French restaurant once, back when I was living in D.C. This place was pretty fancy and all the staff was actually French, so when I ordered my steak “rare” the friends I was with spoke … Continue reading

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Top 7 Moments in France (and shameless self-promotion)

Hello all! Just a quickie to ask for your help.  I’ve entered the Expat Blog Awards with a post entitled “Top 7 Moments in France.”  It is a new post that has never been published here and I would be … Continue reading

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My Dirty Little Secret

“I HATE EVERYTHING – nothing is ever just easy,” I am stomping around the house in full tempter-tantrum – Scarlett-style. MB looks at me silently with no reaction (he has learned to let me just wear myself out…much like one … Continue reading

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For the Love of Food

“Look what I have!!!!!!!!!”  I come bouncing into the kitchen with my grocery sacks. MB turns around to see what I have brought him, no doubt expecting cheese or a spreadable meat or, at the very least, some sort of … Continue reading

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Is It Running?

I love film.  I actually studied film…and no, not because it was an easy major (I can hear you silently judging me) but because I was seriously interested.  Even now, many some years later, I torture my friends trying to force them … Continue reading

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Fake it to Make it

I’m standing in the middle of my gynecologist’s office as she moves a chair to put it against the door.  I’m not quite sure who we are barricading it against but I’m glad to know that if the killer from … Continue reading

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Free-Range Breasts

“Dang!”  I am standing in front of a full length mirror, examining myself in a new dress that I just bought.  “It is totally see-through,” I shout towards the other room.  “I think this might be a swimsuit cover up, … Continue reading

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