Wedged between my 40-pound bag and the window, I force my hand to hold a pen instead of my drooping head, heavy from three well-lived nights in Paris. As I write, our train speeds away not a minute soon or late, and the city of love disappears in a hurry, without saying goodbye. I prop my feet up and try to find a … Continue reading Little by Little: Farming in Le Mans, France
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Vive la Fête!
In Paris, John-Scott says, "We are all here, just waiting for you," like he knows I need that little bit of reassurance, and I do. I'm on the plane now, waiting for takeoff and, though I've been flying by myself since I was 12 years old, the miracle of flight still shakes me. Fierce, solo … Continue reading Vive la Fête!