I think I could handle getting lost in a Parisian alley. “Macarons! Macarons!” I would cry out, which I’d like to think means “help me” in France.
I was so with the peplum craze when it all started. I thought it was such a classy look, for one thing, and/or something to dress up an otherwise casual … Continue reading
Dear Future Mister, Here are a few things to know and note: I’m moody. I won’t qualify it with a comment about females and hormones. I was simply born moody. Sometimes … Continue reading
I have memories of sitting in the living room with my Mom and siblings and laughing uproariously as we watched episodes of Benny Hill. Never mind that there was plenty of innuendo in … Continue reading
From the initial strains of that heart-thumping, powerful melody, I feel like becoming a welder, writing three novels in succession, declaring my love to someone underneath their window, and building … Continue reading
…she looks like this. La vie Parisienne, indeed.
I took the long way home. We met at Infatuation Highway and I should have left you there when you held my heart merely on the surface of your hand … Continue reading
Gone are the days when I would disdainfully glance at the clock on Labor Day, watching the morning and afternoon slowly wane into evening, into nighttime, into the last few hours … Continue reading