Howdy mon amie. Your cowboy coffee sure does look pretty dern good. I like how the grounds stick to your… Read more Je suis Americaine.
What a distinctive laugh you have. Wow. It’s quite high, isn’t it? Like it goes really high there at… Read more I promise to find ribs.
What is this? Is this old underwear? Oh mon dieu. No, no. This won’t work. You see, I will… Read more I will only wear new underwear.
When I’m in other countries, I often try not to speak and just hope everyone assumes that my nationality is… Read more Pura Frencha.
Oh mon dieu! Is that you? Is it okay if I touch the hem of your sweater? Can I place… Read more Where I realize how French I have gotten.
Salut! I’m sitting in the ice country, in Terre Adélie (Antarctic land owned by France) hunched over my ice laptop… Read more Merde!
Did you say your friends called you “La Baleine” when you were younger too? Oh no? Yes, me neither. No… Read more The Monarchy of Ice
Oh did I interrupt you from your googling? Are you searching how to make conversation with people at parties? Or,… Read more Je suis Americaine (but a little French).
At parties, I like to greet strangers by saying, “Is that your real hair?” I find this is a good… Read more The Art of Conversation with French Houseplants
I am angry. I am sad. I am gutted. But, I am not terrified. I spent Friday night listening… Read more Paris.