Accents and Americans in Aix

Last year, when I told my mother that D and I were going to move to France she was concerned.  After all, she would be losing her “one and only” daughter to the French; I would be an ocean and 6 hours away.  One of her concerns was that her sweet, introverted daughter wouldn’t have friends […]

He’s no Keith Richards…and that’s a good thing!

Keith!  Keith!  Keith! I’m chanting his name as though he’s a prize-fighter.  Perhaps he is.  The knocks to his head may explain a thing or two about the crazy behaviour.  Check out his blogs here and here; you’ll understand what I mean.  Still, I chant his name:  Keith!  Keith!  Keith! In all seriousness, I’m chanting his name […]