Once a year there is a tres chic, oh la la kind of party, that French husband and I attend. It is work related but in a very non work related way. The BCBG…

I am terrified of flying. One would have thought that would’ve been a reason for me not to have married and moved to France from California. Thirteen hours on a plane is a long time to sit and be scared,…

                         It strikes me funny that being in my hometown I say, "bonjour" instead of hello, "pardon" instead of excuse-me, and "merci" in place of thank you. Those French words pop out…

                After John's death, life seemed to spin in a different circle; questioning the meaning of life became my new pastime, along with spewing angry words at God. I felt lost in a very dark cave…

                    French husband loves to eat. I was taught that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. It stands to reason that we’d make a good team. Except he eats so…

                               "Yann, stand in front of the armoire and act like you are in love." "I am in love I don’t need to act it. Do you want me to…