I grew up in a very un-kept house. If relatives were coming for the holidays, it was a total freak-out to get the house cleaned up. I even remember a few times when friends popped by unannounced (like people in the south do), and we literally hid until they left...
After years of having my water glass stolen by the person sitting to my right and my bread plate stolen by the person to my left, I decided to get even … by writing a lesson on basic table etiquette. I grew up in a tiny town in Texas, in the middle of nowhere. A...
In just a few weeks I leave for my yearly sabbatical to France. I used to be a delayed gratification girl – you know, celebrate after the journey is done and the war’s been won (rah, rah). I waited to go to Paris for years as the prize for some unnamed accomplishment....
I remember when people dressed up for airplane travel. I miss that. Travel can be a very harried proposition, and I’ve always admired women who arrive at the airport looking calm and pulled together, not looking like a bunch of random parts that popped out of a...
In a very un-French-like gesture, it’s time for a little full transparency. This year, like it or not, I will be transitioning from my fabulous fifties to my sexy sixties. So in an age seemingly dominated by millennials, how does one embrace being a perennial? Fact...
I recently spent a morning at the great equalizer of humanity – the DVM. With time on my hands waiting for B035 to be called, and not being a fan of playing games on my phone, I engaged in the great Parisian pastime of people-watching. Why are Parisians so...
