Lifestyle

I can get so fired up over the simplest thing. My latest “thing” is a quote I read, which turns out to be attributed to an author named Rainbow Rowell.

The French woman is busy, but sensible. She loves convenience as much as the next person, but she wouldn’t sacrifice flavor for convenience or substitute chemistry for food. Here are a few things you may be buying that just aren’t worth it, when making it yourself is...

It’s the holiday season! Home-baked goodies! (sound of applause). Seasonal cocktails! (cheering). Parties! (the crowd goes wild). 5 – 10 extra pounds! (record scratch). Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, but a study from Cornell University showed that Americans gain on...

What’s better than a long weekend at a world-class spa? At the moment, nothing comes to mind.

Getting older has its advantages; you get discounts at the movies, you’re an authority on the ancient art of Pong and Pac Man, your leg hairs grow a lot slower, and you’ll probably never have to buy Vaseline or WD-40 again, not to mention life lessons.

Romance and enthusiasm and joie de vivre must be mustered up on a day-to-day basis, and the French do it oh so well by adding touches of beauty to their everyday routine.

We usually think of chefs as having a “refined palate.” This is true, but a well-trained palate is learned – it’s not something you’re necessarily born with.

My daughter came knocking on my door at six in the morning. “Hi Mom, this is Charlie,” she said as she introduced the scruffy little pup on a make-shift leash.

“Why would I want to be French?” is the question I occasionally am asked when I tell people I write a blog that teaches American women how to become French.