memories

Little Man is writing an essay for school and he asked me to read over it. and now, my heart is swooning. he has written about a little girl who gets to go on a surprise vacation to Italy, and she has to guess where. her first guess is Como, which made me smile because […]

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that time I hated Paris

I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]

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