The Three Letters That Change Everything

So here’s a bit of random Deirdre trivia for you (which, I promise, will lead to a greater point). I can’t cook. I’m not a good chopper, I’m not good at putting flavors together, and I’m impatient…which means I hike up the oven temperature to save time, leading to messes like this: I’ve staked my claim on the I-can’t-cook thing for quite some ti...
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The Messy, Imperfect Blog Post

Well, this stinks. With just a few days left in Paris and a blog post coming due, I desperately want to write something inspired…something that beautifully sums up my time in the City of Lights and the lessons that have come along the way. There have been a lot of them, believe me. Not only that, but I’ve got some recent photos to help me express what I’ve...
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The Right Thing To Ask When Something Feels Wrong

Today’s post begins with a tale regarding a beloved topic: food. Before arriving in Paris there was lots of dreamy anticipation about the pending French cuisine. Those decadent, creamy sauces…those exquisite pastries…that bread… Okay yes, the bread is pretty incredible. But now that I’m here I can say that the rest of it…well…I’m just not that into it. ...
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How to Handle the Other B.S.

Well, my current city of Paris and my beloved, Italian mother just collided. I invited her to visit after experiencing some of the best things Paris has to offer. While Mama was excited about exploring both the culinary and non-culinary wonders of the City of Lights, her enthusiasm was accompanied by another emotional phenomenon: the worries. Those of y...
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