In 1993 I found myself back in the Arizona desert, having been deported there by one disillusioned Frenchman. Jean-Marc and I had tried to live together—lasting a full ten months—but all that sizzling chemistry that fueled us in the beginning eventually fizzled out, and our Franco-American romance was over. Jean-Marc's mind was set. To prove it, he bought me a one-way ticket back to Phoenix! Back … Continue reading My Journey from Arizona to France
In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I chose this picture (taken in our former hometown of Les Arcs-sur-Argens) for today's post. I noticed, only afterwards, how serendipidous it was for one of the socks to be posed "au pied levé, or "foot on the rise". au pied levé (oh-pyay-leuh-vay) : impromptu, spur-of-the-moment (literally, a decision made "in mid-step", or au pied levé) Audio File: Listen … Continue reading au pied leve
Do dogs sulk? This is "Ulysse", or Ulysses, who lives on a beach near Hyérès. You can see a good photo of him here (you'll also see a story featuring my Mom. Don't miss it.) bouder (boo-day) : to sulk, to give someone the cold-shoulder, to feel sorry for oneself bouder la nourriture = to not eat, to have no appetitebouder quelqu'un ou … Continue reading bouder
