A thought on “One Parent, One Language”… from a single parent

Do a quick Google search on raising bilingual children, and chances are, you will stumble across the phrase “One Parent, One Language”- the methodology often prescribed for teaching multiple languages in the home. The idea is relatively simple. If “mom” speaks fluent German, and “dad” speaks fluent French, then “mom” is to only speak German…

10 practical tips for your first trip to Paris

With summer right around the corner, and wedding season in full effect, I can usually count on getting several messages this time of year from friends and family who are considering a trip or honeymoon to Paris. After all, the smartest thing you can do before a vacation is make sure you're as prepared as…

Paris 2018: A tribute to Princess Diana, Lunch in the 8th, a river cruise on the Seine and the Trocadéro

Just beyond the Eiffel Tower, across the Pont de l'Alma bridge, lies a bittersweet monument, that I had planned to show my family. It's here, just after you cross over the Seine, that you are face-to-face with the very tunnel where Princess Diana's car crashed, 21 years ago. The exterior of the tunnel- covered in…

Paris 2018: Notre Dame and The Eiffel Tower

As many of you may know, I went back to Paris this summer with my parents, younger brother, and Ben. I had the absolute best of intentions in blogging about our trip, but... well... you know what they say about good intentions. Now that I'm on winter break from work, I'm finally catching up on…

My end of the year thoughts on Paris.

I recently made the joke to my good friend, Christina, that I’m not going to even consider the idea of marriage until I find somebody that I love more than Paris. And as I sit here...  back in the States, reflecting on my time in France this past summer, the realization has started to settle…

Coming back home… but not really.

It's a strange thing. Leaving France to come back to the States. Because although I came home... it doesn't feel like it most days. That's the tricky thing about having a life caught between two countries- you never fully feel "at home" in either location. At least, I don't. In America, I feel as if…