When I was 15, I went through my hardcore Doors' days. Didn't you? Although not their most commercial album, An American Prayer became my definition of poetry. I eagerly awaited my turn to read the dog-eared copy of No One Here Gets Out Alive, a Morrison biography, which was circulating through my town and I … Continue reading Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
Category: Europe
Love in Ernest
As an undergraduate, I fell in love with Ernest Hemingway. My major in English trumped my minor in Women's Studies when it came to his mysogynistic ways. After reading a number of biographical works about him I forgave him. He was damaged goods. His writing impressed me and I have repeatedly heard his voice in … Continue reading Love in Ernest
Avoir de la chance
Friday evening I was tempted to leap in the air and shout with excitement "I'm in Paris!" (Kind of Mary Tyler Moore-ish, if you're struggling for the visual.) It was just so remarkable to me that a day that began at 5:00 a.m. Thursday in upstate New York could conclude more than 30 hours later … Continue reading Avoir de la chance
April in Paris
Doesn't April in Paris sound magical? I'm imagining a gentle rain, lots of shades of lavender and soft yellow and frequent bon jours. Happy sigh. As my trip gets closer, I'm spending a little time thinking about what to pack (going with a navy/grey palette) and wondering how much of my high school French will … Continue reading April in Paris
Je m’appelle Silvia. Je déteste à voler
Yesterday’s tragic plane crash in the French Alps has really rocked me. I’ve never been an enthusiastic flyer and horrific incidents like this amp up my anxiety about getting on a plane in the next couple of weeks. In the big picture, I don’t think it really makes a difference why the plane went down, … Continue reading Je m’appelle Silvia. Je déteste à voler
Catching up with Moms@Work
Some recent topics from my blog over at the Times Union: A perfect summer day (and night) Camp Mommy Time - sign me up, please! Going to Ireland to find sunshine Over thinking A peace accord of sorts Traveling with my middle child Preparing children to travel sans mom What's HOT and what's NOT Taking … Continue reading Catching up with Moms@Work
Home
Or maybe I should just say "I'm back" seeing as how many meanings that word home can have. It's an odd thing sometimes being first generation American, especially with a mother who wants nothing to do with her family and a father you never met. I met my first relative when I was 22, an … Continue reading Home
