We will begin  by saying that I don’t want to go to Paris. It’s for a lot of reasons, both practical and anxiety-related. Why am I...

Paris will teach you about self-love, man. The last full day in Paris is bittersweet. Even after this short period of time, I feel like...

Appropriately dour. Today was the sort of day where you leave the past where it belongs. I took a hard look in the mirror and said,...

Laundry day starts with pajamas and wine, no matter where you live. When travelling, one rarely thinks about laundry; however,...

Me, channeling that healthy, pensive mood. It’s fine; I’m fine. I start off with my head near a toilet and wishing that I would learn not...

Me, after emerging from Hell and finally calling an Uber. While both the journey to Versailles and Lisa tried to murder me today, I...

Funny how one day can begin with screaming on the bottom floor of a Parisian metro because you’re lost and end by giving cheek kisses to...

A couple of fearless women, one with crazy hair (news flash: it me). I knew I would mess up and skip a day of blogging. What can I say?...

Look at this kid: Fierce as fuck and ready to meet the day. We won’t discuss the many ways in which I made an ass out of myself today....

A foolish child going into the wilderness. I never thought I’d make it to France. Even as the leaving date grew closer, it didn’t seem...

Since my relationship ended and my life restarted, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of being more adventurous. I guess I mean that I want...