This is a trip back in time. Back to December 4, 2008, to be exact. I am not sure why I woke up thinking about this adventure while I was on sabbatical. Coincidence? Who knows. But what I do know is that once I pulled up this blog entry, I was transported back to the …
Category: travel
My friend, The Geezer
I read this book several years ago and fell in love with it. When I pitched my own (still unfinished) book to Algonquin, I was asked if I had read French Dirt. Oui. A couple of times. Little did I know that a few years later I would be introduced to Richard Goodman through a mutual friend, Jo Maeder, albeit …
Your Loving Vincent
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRDSTw6mNwY When I first read about Loving Vincent, I was afraid that it would not come to Durham, NC. My fears were confirmed when I started seeing lists of cities where it would be playing on the film's website and Facebook page. No Durham. The closest city listed was Fayetteville. Arles Lucy and I were …
Paris by proxy
Joanie on her pony Jeanne d'Arc, 1874, Emmanuel Frémiet, 4 rue des Pyramides, Paris 01 Okay, so I am not really sure that I am using "by proxy" properly, even though I looked it up on-line at Urban Dictionary. by proxy: the ability to do or be something without actually physically doing it. "John was …
Dear Ten-Year-Old Teresa
Am I the only one who thinks about this stuff-- Who am I? Why am I the way I am? How did I get to this place? What makes me different than everyone else? I have spent more than a little bit of my time trying to figure out the answers to those questions. I …
I miss Mayberry
Okay, if you are a Rascal Flatts fan then you know I stole borrowed the title of one of their songs. I don't think they will get upset when they read today's blogpost. I think they will be honored. I have been in a bit of a blue mood the past few days. I've recently read …
Le 14 juillet 2017
Rue Montorgueil, Paris, Claude Monet, 1878, Musée d'Orsay (detail) Should I wish France Bonne Fête nationale or Joyeux 14 juillet or Bonne Bastille or ... just what? Does it even matter? I could sing La Marseillaise. The bloody version or La Marseillaise de la Paix by Chanson plus bifluorée. Bertrand of My Private Paris turned …
#frenchproblems
Image: Lina Nordin Social media could take over a person's life. Am I right? Tweets, Instagram, Facebook posts and private messages just to name the ones I actually have on my phone. Lord only knows how many more there are and how many more are either in the works or in someone's head about to …
Paris has to wait (for me)
Finally. The movie made it to Durham. Arles Lucy and I went to see it a couple of nights ago. It was the second time for her. She was very tightlipped and gave me no hints about what was in store. Impressive, AL! And merci. So, I will not go into the details. But let's …
SV Day 4: Out and about
I have no sense of direction and often get lost. Ask any of my friends or family members. It used to drive my boys crazy. Always turing around. I have a hard time reading maps and I don't trust GPS systems. With good reason. I programmed in my destination this morning- Blowing Rock to Banner …
the sabbatical chef 