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about me.
- Non Je Ne Regrette Rien
- France
- I'm a somewhat contrary woman who, in March of 2008, decided to leave corporate life behind and pursue a dream. The resulting misadventures are documented here, as I reinvent my life in France. On a side note, I write as I speak ... lots of run-on sentences, misapplied ellipses and unexpectedly plentiful parenthetical pauses. This is unlikely to change.
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My boutique in Brantôme, France
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My daughter's décor boutique in Berkeley, California
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when the dog bites. when the bee stings.
- a pretty how town
- chez rigsby
- citizen of the month
- david lebovitz
- diary of amy rigby
- foreign parts
- funkalicious blogsite of my cynical cousin Nate
- l'ennui mélodieux
- margaux motin (nouvelle! mon premier link pour un blog de francais!)
- non-working monkey
- our juicy life (notre vie juteuse)
- pease pudding
- the bloggess
- utah savage
time for some international dreaming.
- absolutely the BEST European lodging guide ever - Alastair Sawday
- americans in france
- best collection of tales about France
- browse properties for sale in France: primelocation.com
- buy or sell homes abroad
- Cadogan, my favorite guide about my new region, the Dordogne and the Périgord Vert
- everything you need to know about everywhere
- french entree ~ resource link for the languedoc region
- I found my real estate agent here
- le Moulin Neuf, Robert & Stuart's calming B&B retreat in the heart of the Dordogne
- newsletters from gay Pa-ree!
- slang of the week: MOODS! (talk french like the cool kids do.)
- Summary of my tips for choosing a mover, moving your pets and getting your visa/carte de sejour (ca. 2007)
- what the hell is *je ne regrette rien*, you ask?
best of Brantôme & surrounds
- about the village of Brantôme
- Au Fil de l'Eau restaurant
- Au Fil du Temps restaurant
- la récré gourmande
- le Bistrot St. Pierre
- les freres Charbonnel
- Moulin de l'Abbaye (Michelin star restaurant)
- Roda restaurant (Champagnac-de-Belair, 5 min from Brantome)
- the affordable Hotel Alienor
- Hotel Restaurant le Jardin des Chouchoux
- Rosé et Ciboulette restaurant (a favorite; fresh dishes fait maison)
blog archive.
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- corporate life and the French revolution.
- whew.
- a bunch of characters.
- prévision de ces bloggers de femmes.
- 3 week send-off. or the bloggesses take Portland.
- my french connection. part deux.
- whatever.
- its the little things.
- no power tools involved.
- better than nike.
- getting ready to put up my dukes. my French dukes.
- in search of my inner happy.
- father's day.
- 4 weeks. yep yep.
- a hunk a hunk of burning love. yeah.
- courage. adventure. endurance.
- shameless promotional skullduggery.
- poetic pause.
- day 33 helpful tips.
- practicing for france. five weeks.
- happy(er) travels.
- slightly buggy.
- gather round little cupcakes.
- daring to think ahead. a little.
- 39.
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check out all this other stuff I want you to know.
where was that...
une poésie écrite pour moi.
Air Born.
Is on a bridge above the clouds, is air born
Is Marie Marvingt in a biplane, humming Gnome spitting oil
Shuddering wires, the church spires
Bleriot looking up, his felt hat black
An ant, a speck of coal
They take your bags and scan them
You hire a car, this was the dream and now
You've simply gone too far to be lost in self doubt
There is only the impending, compelling, spinning propelling how
The distance leaves a wispy trail, the turning of the wheel
the Fata Morgana highway, cloudward on the Millau
And therefore you must go on, therefore you must
Embrace every moment, not like hired help checking coats
Not like the mud-locked fisherman staring though unknowing,
Envy-filled at a parade of powered boats,
But eyes full of sky.
-Jonathon Grimes
Is on a bridge above the clouds, is air born
Is Marie Marvingt in a biplane, humming Gnome spitting oil
Shuddering wires, the church spires
Bleriot looking up, his felt hat black
An ant, a speck of coal
They take your bags and scan them
You hire a car, this was the dream and now
You've simply gone too far to be lost in self doubt
There is only the impending, compelling, spinning propelling how
The distance leaves a wispy trail, the turning of the wheel
the Fata Morgana highway, cloudward on the Millau
And therefore you must go on, therefore you must
Embrace every moment, not like hired help checking coats
Not like the mud-locked fisherman staring though unknowing,
Envy-filled at a parade of powered boats,
But eyes full of sky.
-Jonathon Grimes
rencontrez mes héroïnes et héros
- Miller and Linda Fuller, founders of Habitat for Humanity and The Fuller Center for Housing
- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., a dream of equality for all
- Dr. Muhammad Yunus, Visionary for a Poverty-Free World
- Kiva, Loans that Change Lives
- Wangari Maathai, Kenyan Nobel Laureate.
- Motaz Azaiza, Palestinian Photojournalist
4 comments:
OMG, I fucking LOVE this! The old one was the pits. Do you know how many times I had to try and set it back up because it got bumped and fell down? It IS the little things.
My god, Ann Landers would be so confused.
Stacey-I know, I stomped that thing into the trash. grrr. plus this one is purdy. like my hotel fold?
DJ-I live for that.
It's so...french.
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