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  • Regret

        I didn’t know he was in Milwaukee. Every year or so for the last ten years, I have googled him but nothing ever came up except the similiarly named professional football player. We had left on tough terms, and I was glad to have the distance both physically and emotionally, but I always…

  • Back in the Saddle

    I'm going to be painting again! I've got the studio space, I have the free weekends, I have the easel…I have no excuse. Setting up again got me thinking that I still have a number of Antibes-era paintings left unsold. This announces a last chance to get one at the 2003/4 prices (in euros no…

  • dropping in on friends

    Mom and Bert update, including a pic, from fantastic Charlotte in Antibes!

  • Are we what we eat? Or are we where we shop?

    I just spent an hour in the grocery store (could you guess?) and I am in the depths of depression. I usually single-girl shop at the local "gourmet" grocery store and the deli across the street. Portions are reasonable (where else can you buy one pork chop?), the fresh produce is respectable and they have…

  • did i really live there?

    damn you, Rick Steves, and your PBS special on the Cote d'Azur–I'm soooo very frenchie-homesick!!

  • Especially for Martine…

    all the American euphamisms I can come up with for a certain part of the female anatomy: Rack Melons Hooters Set or Pair Hoo-ha's Peaches Knockers Cha-cha's Tits (though I prefer the more informal "Titties") Am I forgetting any?

  • it’s all too much

    Just when I think I can't take it anymore, American life throws another one at me: strawberries.* A simple fruit treat, right? Wrong. Now they are "GIANT" strawberries. Even the ones not labeled "GIANT" are monstrously-proportioned specimens. That I can't fit in my mouth. And trust me, I can fit alot of things in my…

  • bristling

    I nearly lost it in the dental care aisle of Target the other night—too many toothbrushes to choose from. Seriously, there must have been nearly 200 different types on display. I didn't know where to begin. Why I should be made to decifer and contemplate MEANINGLESS differences in type, features, benefits?? Either it has bristles…

  • cheese o’my heart

    I had the BEST DAY EVER yesterday. Why? Because of cheese. The selection at a local gourmet-ish food market down the street has been reliable for chevre, parmesean, and the occasional good gruyere, but yesterday, yesterday, that magical day…Mimolette Vielle! Four little hunks of it, snuggled in the corner of the cold case. So what…

  • america on my nerves

    New names for the obvious. A sign on the bus uses the term "mobility device" in reference to a wheelchair. When did 'wheelchair' become offensive? Is it not a chair with wheels? Why is that wrong? I'm going to start calling my purse a 'personal object transport device'. Large hunks of meat under heat lamps,…