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If I could tell you about me in a neat and tidy definitive statement, I don't think I'd be writing this blog.

Paris, jour trois

Le 27 décembre The fact of the matter is that it has become so familiar here it barely feels like I’ve gone anywhere. The fact of the matter is that even though it is much milder here, it is still … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour deux

Le 26 décembre I slept and I slept and I slept, not even curious to check the time, how decadent am I! I rise to smoky skies and a misty rain. The aluminum roofs cry sweetly like an old nickel. Oh, … Lire la suite

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Paris, I have come to say good-bye.

le 25 décembre Me voici. A double espresso noisette to use the free wifi at MacDo in the airport, it’s the same routine every time. Let me count. This visit makes nine. I wasn’t excited. I thought, in fact, that … Lire la suite

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Micro Non-fiction 03: My feet

A hard head? Please. It and its wild ideas would be nothing without my hard heel bone, my unfaltering phalanges, my mighty metatarsals, the miraculous mechanics of the cuboid, navicular and cuneiform, always working, never breaking, never tiring, strongly supporting … Lire la suite

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Are you there, Blog? It’s me, the harlot.

We moved around a lot when I was a kid. So I was always the add-on, peripheral. I always missed the original forge. Alas. Don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t. It is good to understand why things are the … Lire la suite

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A very special thanks. 

« Give her another drink, she’ll be alright. » This is the statement I overheard being said about me last night. So I’m not alright now? The way I am?  Some people only want the glory, not the whole story. They want … Lire la suite

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A chickadee.

Mornings are for reading and evenings are for writing. Evenings are also for trying to fit in the other stuff like fitness, boyfriend and friends. Practicing the ukulele and keeping up with my blog aren’t even on the table right … Lire la suite

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