call the sage-femme: notes from the life of a pregnant expat

You wouldn't notice if you're not looking for it. It's just a lively, sunny street like any other in Nice. A few blocks from the beach. There are busy cafés, antique shops, little kitschy stores full of ancient-looking sewing materials or dusty Lebanese groceries. If you are looking, you'll notice that this is a street full of …

Continue reading call the sage-femme: notes from the life of a pregnant expat

embracing the absurd

That long, skinny vegetable. That colorful thing in the sea. That thing that you close with a key. These sound like lines from a fun board game, but are in fact desperate definitions I've uttered within the past week when the French term for leek or coral reef or lock escapes me. I can speak …

Continue reading embracing the absurd