Today was our last café for the school year and it took place in Villennes sur Seine. We met with accomplished writers Lizzie Harwood and Jennie Goutet on Lizzie’s roof terrace with the sun warming our backs. I didn’t know what to expect at first but I learned so much! It was a meeting for wannabe writers but we also talked about many other things. A very nice time.
I am so grateful that Lizzie Harwood contacted me to organize this event at her house, and especially grateful to meet Jennie Goutet. I just finished reading her book and loved every minute of it. Why did I enjoy reading about the life of this woman? and why did I bother anyway?
First of all a very Happy Father’s Day to you or your other halves or your fathers! Fathers are so special in our lives and our children’s lives. My father passed away when my son was 7 months old. They both have so many traits in common! Both are color blind, both have a fun sense of humor, same grimaces, same stubbornness! It’s amazing how my father is so present through my son. Lire la suite →
Finally. June! Maybe some more sunshine? Twenty one days until it’s officially summer. Don’t despair. Pretty soon we will be able to put on our summer dresses! June is also a count-down month to the long summer vacation for our children, which is sometimes not a vacation for the parents really. At least I don’t feel it this way. My husband is working and only taking 2 weeks off, and I’m heading down south with the kids to our house in the Ardèche. They will be kept busy at Lire la suite →
Je suis pleine d’émotions aujourd’hui. Des négatives mais surtout des positives…mais rassurez-vous, je vais me concentrer uniquement sur le positif. Pourquoi me rendre malade avec le négatif?! ça ne sert à rien. Et puis je n’ai plus le droit de râler (n’est-ce pas Christine?).
I was very touched last night when my son asked me to read him a story. Not any kind of story. One that I wrote! He remembered that I did a writing workshop last year. So I read him this story. It’s about one of the wonderful hikes my father took us on when we were living in Westchester, New York. He was a nature lover and spoiled us with camping trips, hikes, skiing and ice-skating. Some of the most beautiful state parks are found in upstate New York. My love for nature began there, and especially in a place called Bear Mountain. We went there very often.
The story is also about a part of my life when childhood was still happy and carefree, when all we had to worry about was …well there wasn’t much we had to worry about actually. We didn’t have much homework, we had less school hours, we could freely go to the neighbors house to play and have some cookies and milk, we had so much free time to play in our playroom, and nobody told us to clean it! When I think of all the things we ask of our children today, I feel a bit guilty.
Here’s the story and that’s it for now. It’s a beautiful week-end and we are going out on a hike too!