These past few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about inspiration.  In order for me to write a new blog post, I need to feel inspired.  It was easy when I lived in Paris where a new experience was around every corner. But sometimes it can feel a little more difficult to be inspired when I’m surrounded by the comforts of home.  However, a few minutes ago, I read a blog post entitled “This is 38. This is midlife”  (  Immediately I felt inspired to write my own version.

So: This is 36.


Thirty-six is brimming with opportunities.  It’s realizing that I’ve accomplished a lot so far in my life, and knowing that there’s so much more to look forward to.

Thirty-six is feeling confident in my body and who I am.  It’s knowing what my style is.  Thirty-six is looking in the mirror and liking who I see.

Thirty-six is watching “Girls” and being happy that my 20s were a wild ride, but even happier that they’re over.

Thirty-six is full of loving friendships, that have grown deeper and more beautiful than you ever could have imagined.  Thirty-six is realizing that your friends are in different places- single, married, some with children- and supporting each other every step of the way even if you are living different lives.

Thirty-six is feeling proud of how far you’ve come in your career.  It’s realizing that you can be an excellent mentor and colleague because you have a lot of experiences to share.  It’s figuring out what drives you, where your passions are, and finding ways to satisfy them.

Thirty-six is trusting in yourself.  At thirty-six I know what’s best for me.  Its realizing that my instinct never fails me. It’s feeling like a whole being- a person of the world.  It’s respecting other people and listening to their stories.  It’s sharing your stories- the good, the bad, and the ugly- and accepting that this is what makes you who you are.

Thirty-six is having dance parties with your friend’s two year old.  Thirty-six is sometimes going for jogs, other times going for walks.  It’s enjoying being outside, or catching up with a friend, more than burning calories.

Thirty-six is appreciating wine… chocolate… a great steak… the seafood tower!  It’s savoring great flavors because you can afford to now.  You’ve come a long way from boxed macaroni and cheese.

Thirty-six is having opinions.  Thirty-six is having as many intellectual discussions as it is having nonsensical ones.

Thirty-six is a time to blossom.  Thirty-six is a time to be hopeful about the future.  Thirty-six is joyful, hopeful, and lovely.



This week I had planned to write a little something about beauty in Boston.  When I lived in Paris I felt surrounded by beautiful buildings, spaces and people.  I had planned to photograph the Boston Public Library and flowers blooming on Commonwealth Ave signifying the start of Spring…  But instead, after this week’s tragic events at the Boston Marathon, I feel compelled to write about a different kind of beauty. Read the rest of this entry »


When you really stop to look, you can find bits of France in the most unexpected places.  A few weeks ago I was wandering around the furniture shops in my neighborhood when I found the charming, Patrimoine De France.  You know you’ve found the right place when you turn off of Harrison Ave in the South End and you see a table set with vibrant linens and Pastis (pictured above) greets you at the door.  The beautiful textiles will draw you in and when you cross the threshold you’ll feel as if you’ve been transported to Paris.


Sylvain, the owner, is a master of textiles and an expert in design.  He works with companies that have savoie faire.  His sources for tablecloths, napkins, porcelain, linens, etc. have excellent reputations. Some have been in business for centuries.  For me, this is one of the trademarks of French living.  In our culture, where nearly everything is disposable, I find great comfort in buying home goods that are made with the highest care and quality.


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I’ve noticed that something visceral happens in the moment when I’m about to smear butter onto a muffin, a piece of bread, a croissant…  it’s a moment of pure giddiness!  For me there’s nothing better than the simple pleasure of butter, or as the French call it:  buerre.

My friend Marcy says it with an exaggerated R- so it becomes buerrrrrre.  Even when you say it, you have to relish the moment.

When I was in Paris I would buy butter at the Monoprix, Le Gran Epicerie and at the market on Sundays.  I carefully examined the different kinds of butter we used in school.  I even managed to smuggle some Buerre Bordier  ( into my suitcase on my trip home. Read the rest of this entry »

IMG_0181Bonjour, and hello again, my friends!

Since I last wrote I’ve been settling back in to life in Boston. I’ve moved in to my charming South End apartment, I’ve been visiting with friends and family, and I’ve even been doing a little bit of baking…


Inevitably people ask, “do you miss it?”  And the answer is “yes, I do.” Just today I found a crumpled up metro ticket and I let out a sad sigh. However, I’m finding some of the comforts and beauties of Paris right here in Boston.  Now I’d like to introduce a new chapter in my blog and share these thoughts and ideas with you! Read the rest of this entry »

For the past year I’ve called Paris my home.  I’ve made friends, found my favorite markets, and favorite pastries.  I know the streets and I can —just— squeak by with the language.  I’ve gone to school and I’ve worked.  I’ve even found my favorite pizza place.

Home is such a complex idea, because it’s so much more than where we live.  I’ve loved coming home to my little apartment in the Marais, and yet, all year I’ve felt a little pang of something missing.  Elise and I would talk about this often and I think I’ve finally put my finger on it.  That something missing is home!  My home in Boston… and everyone and everything that comes with it.

So as I stuff my bags with my Paris belongings, while at the same time stuffing my face with croissants… I feel ready to say goodbye to living in beautiful Paris.  There’s no doubt I will miss the smell of bread baking, the impeccably dressed little French children, the old ladies riding bikes, and the men zooming down the street on their scooters while a cigarette dangles from their lips.  I think “c’est pas possible” and “voila” will become permanent additions to my vocabulary.  Paris will always be close to my heart.

So to celebrate this amazing year, I’ve made a little video.  Please sing along with me as I bid adieu to this lovely city…

Au revoir, Paris!

We all know that Santa Claus lives in the North Pole.  But his spirit is strong in Strasbourg!  Known as the Capital of Christmas, Strasbourg celebrates the holidays like no place I’ve ever visited before.

I travelled to the gingerbread-scented city this week with my friend Marion…

She was invited to participate in a cooking competition for bloggers at the lovely Bistrot et Chocolat (…

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Ever since I graduated from Ferrandi I’ve been exposed to all kinds of pastry experiences here in Paris:  from the grand Plaza Athenee to the charming Tartes Kluger.  And during this time, I’ve been able to examine French pastry culture and to think about what motivates me.

Did you know that, in 2010, the “gastronomic meal of the French” was added to the UNESCO World Heritage list?  French chefs, academics and politicians spent two years lobbying for the honor.  To me, this is concrete proof that if you are born in France you have an ingrained passion for and appreciation of great cuisine.

Pear Belle Helene at Berthillon

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