If I could be a child again, what would I do differently? 1 do it in Paris 2 be less obedient 3 have an imaginary friend 4 be an absolute nerd instead of a partial nerd 5 be the eldest rather than the youngest 6 listen at keyholes …
Tag: whimsy
A Writer Writes…and Writes…
I chase the story and the story chases me.A vicious cycle. I wanted to spend the day writing but that didn’t happen. I instead spent the day watching television.Mainly OWN (Oprah Winfrey Network). I make no apologies for being a fan of Super Soul Sundays.During the course of today’s Oprahfest I heard three stories that…
Divine Guidance
The difference between where I am and where I want to be has, in the past, caused great turmoil.So how kind is it of the Universe to present me with a sense of direction and purpose?Who am I kidding?Its like the book said:Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff! Knowing where I’m going is a blessing even…
Random Synchronicity
Sometimes a wrong turn is just life’s way of showing me a more interesting path. Not necessarily a shortcut but a way that makes the journey better. Better possibly because with all of the twists, turns and bumps along the way, my journey has become more memorable. It is a gift to be able to…
Polkadots & Moonbeams
Polkadots & Moonbeams is the most adorable vintage clothing shop and its in my neighborhood. When I say vintage, I don’t mean 1980 vintage. I’m talking about 1960,1950,1940.I like to browse the hats, scarves, gloves and broaches.Knowing that this is Los Angeles and that there is always a chance that these finds may have once…
Love Builds A Bridge
I’m back in Paris, but only for a couple of weeks.So sad, I know. I’m staying in the 6th arrondisement, which puts me near Pont des Arts. I’ve crossed this wonerfully whimsical bridge both today and yesterday, on my way to Le Louvre.Couples write their names and the date on locks and attach it to…
Its A Wonderful Life
Christmastime is here again. Its been a bit of a struggle this year. For the first time in years I am homesick. Los Angeles (particularly, Beverly Hills) can’t hold a candle to NY at Christmas. But then again, no city can (Paris, you say? Maybe). I miss… ….the crisp New York air at Christmastime. ….the…
just the crust 