I got to Saumur, France around 5:30 last night. I would tell you the train ride was lovely, but I have no clue. Slept through the whole damn thing. My flat here is tucked away in a wee alcove, which I deliberately chose so that I would actually rest. Resting, ha, that is not a…
I never expected to find a moment of self-discovery at 50. I intentionally stripped bare and ripped the layers of myself so far back to the very core, I was sure I’d die of exposure. By far, 2019 emerged as the most incredible year of my life. It was as self-discovery at 50 of a…
Preparation for my upcoming trip was littered with travel expectations and extensive, more like obsessive, planning. France owned me. The kids made it clear they were over it. “All you think about and talk about is France,” my oldest repeated, deservedly irritated with a lack of parental attention. “What will you do when you don’t have…
With about forty days left before I hit the skies for France, the pace of preparation is picking up. And so are the travel jitters. It’s no mystery that I’m excited for this research trip. Hiding my enthusiasm isn’t a thing. Nor is it something I attempt to muster the capacity to achieve. I let…