I’m actually a little ashamed, but until recently I didn’t realize how much I needed my very own sparkling Eiffel Tower for my apartment in Dallas, Texas. Ever since I was a little girl, I have had a countless array of replicas of that world-famous phallic symbol scattered throughout my home. Then, for an all-too-short year of my life, I limited my collection to one, only because I could walk out of my tiny studio apartment in the 15th arrondissement of Paris and see the real thing for myself. I cried so much the first three days after returning to the States, that I infected my tear ducts.
Thankfully, my sister and nephews knew exactly how bad I needed my own sparkling Eiffel Tower, and showed up with this gem shortly before Christmas. (This also provided a brilliant excuse for why I didn’t need to bother getting out my Christmas tree.)
This got me thinking about what my nearest and dearest never knew they couldn’t live without and I realized that they must all share the same subconscious desire: the 2015 re-launch of my website and blog.
In this space, you’ll find recipes, reviews of restaurants and reads, and tales of my travels (both real and fantasized.)
Even better, this re-launch just happens to coincide with the release of That’s Paris: An Anthology of Life, Love, and Sarcasm in the City of Light—a brilliant collection of personal essays and short stories from people who have lived in or traveled to Paris (or at least spent hours dreaming about it), featuring my first officially published story La Dame de la Nuit. Stay tuned for details about my book signings in Dallas and Austin in the next two months.