One month until Paris

I’ll be flying to Paris one month from today, and I’ll be gone for three entire weeks. Maybe, possibly, I’m freaking out a little?

If you don’t know WHY I’m going to Paris for three weeks, read the full story HERE.

I do hope to stay at Shakespeare and Company, although I do have back up accommodations, just in case. I’ve rented a tiny Airbnb in the Marais district (the gay, artsy district, which was a no-brainer for me).

I’ve started ordering necessary items like:

A heavy duty overnight bag for “Tumbleweeding” at S&C.

Boots for walking in the spring rain with my post-op feet.

Pajamas that are appropriate to wear in a communal living space.

An eye mask and ear plugs, because obviously.

I’ve been lucky to get “tips” from many of my traveler friends (husband included), so I know what to pack and how to prepare.

I had drinks with a French-speaking buddy last week. We spoke almost only French for the duration until everyone at my local townie bar thought we’d gone nuts.

I’ve looked into the usual tourist stuff: Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the opera house …

Thanks to sites like Atlas Obscura, I’ve discovered creepy stuff like Pere Lachaise Cemetery, the catacombs, and even the Museum of Vampires and Legendary Creatures.

Oh, and haunts like Harry’s New York Bar (where famous literary ex-pats used to hang) and Silencio (a bar designed by David Lynch).

I’m excited about all of this, but I’m also stressing.

I don’t know why I’m stressing. I think it’s the build up to leaving. Once I’m in Paris, I imagine I’ll calm down because all the planning and thinking will be over. I’ll be there, in the moment. That is the goal, after all: live in the moment and find some peace.

I’ll be backing out of social media as much as possible. I’ll be writing, but only if the writing makes me happy. I hope to help out around Shakespeare and Company. I’ll eat French food and drink black coffee and red wine. I will slow down enough to see things, look at things, appreciate things. I hope Paris chills me out, and I hope I bring that chill home with me.

I just can’t believe this is all happening in a month.

I’m not freaking out.

I’m kind of freaking out.

This is gonna be freaking awesome.



Let’s go to Paris for my birthday!

Well, I’m not literally going to Paris for my birthday BUT Paris is what I want for my birthday. Not making sense? Check it …

I started a GoFundMe to help me get to Paris in March 2020. This is all about book nerds, literary history, and creativity, centered around the famed bookshop, Shakespeare and Co.


With this trip, I hope to remind people of all ages that life is never stagnant. There is always space for change and opportunities to try something stupidly spectacular. There are new people to meet, books to read, and words yet to be written if only we stop being afraid and just do.

Help celebrate my birthday and send this crazy writer to Paris by donating to my GoFundMe. Thanks, lots of love, and boy voyage, mes amours.

PS: I’m currently re-learning French, and the best word ever is “epoustouflant,” which means “breathtaking.” It’s so much fun to say! SAY IT!