Archives de mot-clé : life

Before the tourists woke…

It is early, grey, rainy and cold. The streets are nearly empty save for me and my Vélibre and a few other earlybirds like me here and there, now and again. I am wearing my favourite black dress and am … Lire la suite

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Read This: The Little Prince

I just finished reading Le Petit Prince. How amazing is this book? I will tell you. It is quite amazing. I just loved it. I just love it. I read it in its original French, of course. But deeper than … Lire la suite

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Strange Girl Seeks Strange Boy

It’s Easter Monday, and here I sit in my neighbourhood Starbucks. I hate myself for it. I was at the bookstore once and picked up a book and in the foreword she thanked the Starbucks staff at her local where she … Lire la suite

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These Melancholy Moments

Finally home from New York. That Sweet, Baby-faced Intimate Encounter Who Won’t Go Away picked me up from the airport and dropped me off. Like I said, he’s sweet. Eleven years too young for me, but sweet. And when I say … Lire la suite

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Read This: The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk

I’m not crazy about making this public but I have a pretty serious addiction to Wendy’s chili. I eat it two, sometimes three times (cringe!) a week. A large cup with TEN hot sauces. Yes, it is high in protein … Lire la suite

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High Five

Well. I must say. I was not expecting to post again so soon. In fact, when I started this new blog, I quickly lost momentum. I became doubtful, fearful, that I would find enough material in my day to day … Lire la suite

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Five Foot Two

Okay. Ugh. So I went on my first « date. » I have to say, I hate calling it a date. The word date imposes an agenda and expectations I simply don’t have. Not right now, anyway. Like the required field of … Lire la suite

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