Au marché
“Why didn’t we go to the marché when I was a child.. Oh, yeah! It’s because we grew almost all the vegetables we ate! Sometimes, mom would go and grab a few things, like tomatoes when the summer...
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“And what did his friends say about you?” “That I was nice, and that they liked how I tried all the crazy food that they offered me,” I replied, laughing at the remembrance of my first taste of blue...
View ArticleLost in Translation Part 3: You win some, you lose some.
At the French grocery store. “Okay, I’ll be paying with an American Express.” Lady at the counter gives me a funny look. “Nope, sorry. Those don’t work here.” “Yeah, normally, they do. The last time I...
View ArticleCoffee in Pretty Teacups
She and her daughter were eating lunch on their neighboring balcony. I needed to hang out our clothes to dry. I opted to wait and avoid another painfully awkward conversation; the clothes weren’t going...
View ArticleSh!t happens on Vacations.
It just does. Bad things happen everywhere else in life. You think your vacation is different just because you took the time to plan it out? Umm, yeah. Okay. And love is a fairy-tale that leads us to...
View ArticleVincent
I see the man at the market, long cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth, large holes in the knees of his pants, dirt under his fingernails, smiling. And I smile. I see the man at the market,...
View ArticleOn Color in the South : Why I Married a Frenchman (Part 1)
Author’s note: Maybe this is a controversial piece for you. If so, I am not sorry. Something has got to change in the area where I was born and raised, and I think that something is only going to...
View ArticleOn Color in the South : Black and White (Part 2)
Author’s note: I am aware that more than just “black” and “white” stereotypes pervade the South; but, I wanted to intentionally focus on those two stereotypes in this post. Part 3 of this series...
View ArticleOn Color in the South: Women, Latinos, and Homosexuals (Part 3)
Author’s Note: This is the final piece in a series on color stereotypes in the South US. You can also view Part 1 and Part 2, if you wish. A couple of weeks ago, a friend questioned on Facebook “Is...
View ArticleChance or Fate or God.
We can’t be who we are, fully and truly, without the right people around us. I’m not saying that it is always a choice; I’m actually saying the opposite. Sometimes the people we need the most come into...
View ArticleSalade Lyonnaise
When people ask me to make something French, the Salade Lyonnaise is my go-to. It’s easy, tasty, and made from foods that almost everyone is guaranteed to love: lettuce, bacon, eggs, and croutons. The...
View ArticleThe Immigrant.
She walks out the door, coffee in hand, and takes a deep breath. It all feels familiar, but in a challenging way. Can it be home? Does she want it to be home? How can she meld herself into a culture...
View ArticleAu marché
“Why didn’t we go to the marché when I was a child.. Oh, yeah! It’s because we grew almost all the vegetables we ate! Sometimes, mom would go and grab a few things, like tomatoes when the summer...
View ArticleWords and Actions
“And what did his friends say about you?” “That I was nice, and that they liked how I tried all the crazy food that they offered me,” I replied, laughing at the remembrance of my first taste of blue...
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