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Interweaving European Habits Into An American Existence
I grunted as I tried to fit the double stroller through the store entrance. “Will that fit?!” a bystander asked me, and I resisted the...
Finding Joy in Family Time After Moving Home from Paris
I stood at the kitchen island, elbows tucked in as I chopped vegetables. My sister was on my left, her six month pregnant belly getting...
An Attitude of Gratitude: Saying Goodbye to Paris
It was one of the ways I was trying to find closure as we planned our departure from Paris. I didn’t think I would ever actually be ready to
Have No Fear, a Toilet is Near: 6 Tips on Finding Public Bathrooms in Paris
So, how can you be successful visiting Paris when you (or your children) need to find a bathroom? Here’s some tips for you.
Kid Approved: The Best Places to Take Your Babies and Toddlers in Paris
The following are a few of my go-to places to take the kids. Whether you are visiting Paris for a few days or are a mom living here looking
Wait.. am I a "Mom Who Has Done It"? Full Circle Motherhood In Paris
“So, how did you do it?” My new friend asked me. We were talking about motherhood while living in a foreign city away from family. Still,...
"I'm Taking Europe With Me!": Moving Back to the US from Paris
The rain drizzled on us as we pushed the stroller and our grocery cart up the sloping hill. We’d done it hundreds of times, so many it...
Food For Thought: American Cuisine from a French Vantage Point
Ohhhh France, and your yummy baguettes, cheese, wine… le sigh. I’m struggling to figure out how to write this article in a way that...
Humility and Pride in the Same Breath - The First Day of Crèche (French Daycare)
I tucked myself into the tiniest corner I could find in the café. I wanted to take a moment to reflect, and the more interactions I had...
To Daycare or Not to Daycare... That is the (American) Question
The email caught me completely off guard. “Hun, we got an email from the creche. It looks like Robert got in for January if we want the...
An American Mom’s Perspective of a French Public Children’s Hospital
As we walked out of the hospital, I started crying tears of relief. My husband squeezed my hand and said, “I don’t think that could have...
Dear Paris (A Love Letter)
The boulangerie worker recognizes me “Ça va?” he says, and I agree “Oui, ça va! Merci, et vous ? ” He smiles and continues getting other...
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