It’s been awhile since I’ve sat down and poured my thoughts onto the keyboard. With Canadian Expat Dad now on his way back to Congo, I find myself sitting here in France, sipping my morning coffee, and suddenly frantically trying…

It’s been awhile since I’ve sat down and poured my thoughts onto the keyboard. With Canadian Expat Dad now on his way back to Congo, I find myself sitting here in France, sipping my morning coffee, and suddenly frantically trying…
I’m at a place in my life where I’m okay with not having a wild party on New Year’s Eve (…although I do still believe a big night out every now and then is good for the soul). But even…
You spell Champagne with a capital C. If it’s not from Champagne, it’s sparkling wine. After dinner, cheese comes before dessert. It’s easier to walk on cobblestone in a wedge than it is in heels. Cheese, bread and cured meats…
When my husband and I first moved to Paris I spent some time substitute teaching while I figured out what I was going to do with the new life I found myself in. I’ll never forget dreading the fact that…
As January comes to an end, I can’t help but imagine what life back home must have looked like over the past month. Gyms were bustling with brand new sneakers and line ups to get onto the cardio machines. Health…
“There it is!” I pointed as I leaned across the car, blocking the vision of my husband who was trying to keep his eyes on the highway. Smiles spread across both of our faces as we saw the magnificent chateau…
I grew up in Canada where, as a kid, Halloween was a very big deal. As soon as the school supplies were cleared out, Halloween items were quickly appearing on the shelves. The entire month of October was abuzz…
When I lived in Paris, the market culture became part of my life without me even noticing. I walked everywhere I went, or took the Metro, so I ended up running into markets on a regular basis. Streets and sidewalks…
“When am I ever going to need this?” That’s was me talking to my Mother in a snarky teenage voice, when she grilled me about my painfully low mark on my report card in Grade 10 French. It was a…
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m loyal. I’m faithful. I’m just not that kind of girl! I think it’s the long distance relationship that started all this and now I’m feeling really…