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A "Walking Dead" Christmas Extravaganza

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On a starlit night in my town of 13,000 inhabitants in southwestern France...Santa Claus was replaced with Odysseus, his reindeer with the Trojan horse, and his elves, well, they were replaced with zombies. The children gasped in delight as the parade of entertainers made their way down the streets, an explosion of pyrotechnics and sound, to their final destination — a stage set near the local middle school.

Let the Festi'Noël begin...




Brains! Brains!

We're looking for brains!

I smell humans.

I may be smiling, but I'll still eat your brains!

"Ce n'est pas le Père Noël!"

I'm totally stumped about these guys, but it was pretty cool!

'Cause baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh
As you shoot across the sky-i-i!



I have to give props to my town for arranging such a spectacle, though a bit bizarre. And I wish you all a very happy (and hopefully zombie-free) holiday season!

Gros bisous!

p.s. I'll see you in the new year...

My holidays are packed!!!! Are yours????

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow at Peyragudes in the Pyrenées!

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I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season and fabulous new year's celebrations! It's been a pretty busy time for us. My parents and sister flew to France for their first Provençal Christmas and ten days of eating and sightseeing and then eating some more flew by way too quick! There were twenty-two people at the Christmas Eve dinner, and my mom was relieved we would be enjoying chapon (um, there's no easy way to say this...so castrated roosters) and monk fish in a cognac sauce—rather than the wild boar in the gray blood sauce I'd narrowly evaded the first Noël at my sister-in-law's. Admittedly, I've tried le civet de sanglier a second time. And I liked it. I guess my tastes are changing. New Year's was spent at my friend Monique's apartment in downtown Toulouse and a good time was had by all until 2:00 in the morning, an early end to the evening in France, but necessary because my parent's had an 8:00 am flight. I miss my family, but they'll get their fill of me this summer. But more on that later. Today I wanted to share last weekend's adventure with you...skiing in the Pyrenées Mountains.

We're lucky to live so close to such stellar slopes. So early on Saturday morning we drove a little over an hour and a half to the station du ski called Peyragudes, arriving at around 9:30 am, all loaded up with our rental equipment and ready to hit the slopes by 10.




Okay, I wasn't quite ready. There was just one little problem. I may be smiling, but I'm not the best skier on the planet. I'm petrified to go fast, to fall down, to twist my knee, to hit my head....or, even worse, fly off the side of the mountain. Don't get me started on avalanches. Crazy thoughts ran through my head. Like what if I get stuck in between two rocks and nobody can find me and I have to gnaw my arm off to escape...



Needless to say, these kind of situations don't occur on the bunny hill. So I started out slow, zipping up the run on a tire-fesse. (literally- pull butt) The frog and the tadpoles skied with me for 45 minutes, and then left me in the capable of hands of mon moniteur du ski, Olivier, for two hours. After forty-five minutes, Olivier told me I was no longer allowed to "snow plow." Nope. No longer would three and five-year-olds pass by me laughing. I was ready. And the following day, he said, I'd face my first blue run.

Above: Olivier rocking Dior goggles. In addition to teaching skiing, he owns a small three-star boutique hotel in Bourg d'Oueil called Le Sapin Fleuri, 14 kilometers from the station.


The tire-fesse on the bunny hill.
The frog and the tadpoles came back at 1pm, and we enjoyed a nice lunch together, complete with a vin chaud (warm mulled wine) for me. That afternoon, le fil, who wasn't feeling 100%, and I practiced what I'd learned on the bunny hill. My confidence was up! I didn't fall down once! I went to sleep that night, barely able to move, but content.

Normally, I'm not a beer drinker, but after the hard workout  this one tasted amazing!





Day two, however, had me shaking in my ski boots. Olivier and I took the télésiège up to the summit, where I would face my very first blue run — about a mile and half long. And here's the thing: I DID IT! And I didn't die! And I only fell down once. Oddly, this happened right after I said the words out loud. It was like "Hey, I didn't fall down." Poof. Me in a puff of powdery snow. While I was still afraid of speed, and totally took my time, I was thrilled! I'd faced a fear and I had improved. That afternoon I was supposed to practice what I'd learned...on the bunny hill.

But the frog had other plans. We were going to do the blue run again...as a family. I agreed. And then fear set in again. They were going too fast. I felt bad slowing them down. My legs were shot from the morning's two hour lesson. The steep slopes, the speed, everything had me flipping out. I was overtired and stressed. And I fell down four times— which both embarrassed me and pissed me off!


But here's the thing. I DID IT! It may have taken me an hour, but I made it down that beast of a mountain — tired and alive and, more importantly, all limbs intact.

One of the locals.


I can't wait to go skiing again! Anybody in?






Friendship Friday: Jessica Bell's THE BOOK

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Ever wondered how a five-year-old girl perceives the world? Then you definitely need to get your hands on THE BOOK, a novella by Jessica Bell.

Check out these awesome reviews:
"Jessica Bell’s surprising risks with language capture a child’s clear vision in a world of adult heartbreak. Indelible. Courageous." ~Thaisa Frank, author of Heidegger's Glasses and Enchantment

"THE BOOK is both heartwarming and heartbreaking. It's going to rip your blood pump out of your chest, kick it around like a football, and then shove it back inside you, leaving you with a potently reinvigorated faith in humanity. A curiously captivating read that somehow manages to encapsulate the length and breadth of love and family in one slim volume." ~Josh Donellan, author of Zeb and the Great Ruckus

Here's the blurb:
This book is not The Book. The Book is in this book. And The Book in this book is both the goodie and the baddie.

Bonnie is five. She wants to bury The Book because it is a demon that should go to hell. Penny, Bonnie’s mother, does bury The Book, but every day she digs it up and writes in it. John, Bonnie’s father, doesn’t live with them anymore. But he still likes to write in it from time to time. Ted, Bonnie’s stepfather, would like to write in The Book, but Penny won’t allow it.

To Bonnie, The Book is sadness.
To Penny, The Book is liberation.
To John, The Book is forgiveness.
To Ted, The Book is envy.
But The Book in this book isn’t what it seems at all.

If there was one thing in this world you wished you could hold in your hand, what would it be? The world bets it would be The Book.

Intrigued?

Available at all major retailers in e-book and paperback, including Amazon US and Amazon UK.



I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely checking THE BOOK out...

Comments are closed on friendship Fridays. Please take the time to check out the AMAZING Jessica Bell. And spread the word if you can...


Follow Your Heart!

Wednesday is All Write: 7 Questions with Candace Walsh, author of Licking the Spoon

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In November of last year, I discovered Candace Walsh after reading about the release of her memoir,Licking the Spoon, on my Twitter feed. 


Candace Walsh- cool author, indeed
It was one of those random - maybe even fated - moments when a post caught my attention in all the Twitter clutter. A memoir about food? Family? And identity? Yep, I clicked that link. The more I read about Candace and her book, the more I wanted to connect with her. So, instead of standing on the sidelines, I friended her on Facebook. And Candace (cool author) immediately friended me (an odd stranger) back.

Due to holiday budget constraints, I wasn't able to order Licking the Spoon until January. The second I downloaded it to my iPad's Kindle application, I started reading, only intending to peruse the first chapter. One chapter soon turned into ten.

Damn, with an Emeril Lagasse BAM, this woman can write!

Most of you guys know, as an aspiring memoirist myself, I read A LOT of memoirs and hers rose right to the top. Honestly, there have been a few reads I've wanted to throw across the room — really unadvisable when your "book" is an iPad. Licking the Spoon, though, was different from all of the eye-rolling reads. Candace's story drew me in, the chapters ranging from being very poignant to heartbreaking to funny— honest on every level. Her prose was so poetic, her descriptions savory morsels of goodness.

I finally had to put Licking the Spoon down because it was dinner time. Not only was I hungry after reading her beautiful words, so was my family. I have since renamed Candace's book Licking the Page. And I give it five sparkly stars.

Without further ado, here's more on Licking the Spoon and an interview with the coolest author around, Candace Walsh.

LICKING THE SPOON: A MEMOIR OF FOOD, FRIENDS, AND FAMILY

“In the spirit of Nora Ephron’s Heartburn and Laurie Colwin’s Home Cooking, Candace Walsh uses the story of her passionate relationship to food to frame a powerful and honest account of her life.”
—Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project


Recipes and cookbooks, meals and mouthfuls have framed the way Candace Walsh sees the world for as long as she can remember, from her frosting-spackled childhood to her meat-eschewing college years to her post-college phase as a devoted Martha Stewart’s Entertaining disciple.

In Licking the Spoon, Walsh tells how, lacking role models in her early life, she turned to cookbook authors real and fictitious (Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, Mollie Katzen, Daniel Boulud, and more) to learn, unlearn, and redefine her own womanhood. Through the lens of food, Walsh recounts her life’s journey—from unhappy adolescent to straight-identified wife and mother to divorcée in a same-sex relationship—and she throws in some dishy revelations, a-ha moments, take-home tidbits, and mouth-watering recipes for good measure. A surprising and rambunctiously liberating tale of cooking and eating, loving and being loved, Licking the Spoon is the story of how—accompanied by pivotal recipes, cookbooks, culinary movements, and guides—one woman learned that you can not only recover but blossom after a comically horrible childhood if you just have the right recipes, a little luck, and an appetite for life’s next meal.


7 Questions with Candace Walsh


1) Tell us a little bit about your publishing journey. In Licking the Spoon, you mention landing your first agent at the age of 26 after pitching a YA novel. You then moved on to edit two anthologies,Dear John, I Love Jane, and Ask Me About my Divorce: Women Open Up About Moving On. What sorts of trials and tribulations have you faced as a writer?


Well, one trial I faced was freaking out when my YA novel was out to publishers. It received about 12 rejections and one maybe that became a rejection. Rick Moody’s The Ice Storm was rejected 19 times before it was bought, but I didn’t have a sense of perspective about it. I was so young and sensitive that I felt devastated every time a house passed on it.  I should have kept it out in the market. My agent believed in me, but I didn’t believe in myself. To this day, that manuscript is sitting in a box in my office closet.

I did intend to revise it, but then I got married, and pregnant, and found that those new demands sidelined any kind of long-form writing for several years. In fact, my long-form writing was dormant during the course of my first marriage, so I think that the climate of my marriage was just not a good one for my writing. But other than those things, I’ve been very lucky to connect with Seal Press and then with my current agent.

2) You have what the industry would call a very strong platform. Your writing has appeared in numerous national and local publications. You had a very interesting stint working at Condé Nast. Now, you’re the managing editor of New Mexico Magazine. Do you feel your platform has helped your book sales in a significant way? Or is platform just hype? Now that Licking the Spoon has been released into the wild, what challenges are you facing? And, what are you doing to overcome said challenges?

I think I could have a stronger platform. I wish I did! I “should” have had a blog with posts that came out three times a week, for the entire time I was writing my book, as a way to cultivate my audience. But it was simply impossible to do that, and write the book, and hold down a full-time job, and be a present mother and wife. So the blog posts didn’t happen. I do think that it helps when I publish a Huffington Post column that gets traction. But that means playing to that audience, which tends to love the sensational. Platform helps when it’s done a certain way. If I wrote a book all about New Mexico, my position at the magazine would have a positive impact on sales. But I didn’t do that.

It’s a tough market. I really just need to get the book in front of as many simpatico people as possible. I have been marketing the book to book clubs, and so far, three  book clubs have picked Licking the Spoon. It helps that my book’s website, lickingthespoonbook.com, has a downloadable book club reading guide with a bonus recipe.

I’ve been harnessing social media and I’ve also been making the most of tools on Goodreads. I encourage the many people who do love the book to recommend it to others, as word of mouth is so powerful. And I have three events coming up in Seattle, Portland, and New York City. Writers are in a unique position right now—they have so many options—tweet, blog, Facebook posts, Pinterest, web ads, pursue radio and tv appearances…I’m basically doing all of it. It’s exhausting but I owe it to the book—especially since so many people have told me that they’ve found the book to be healing for them.

3) Publishers and booksellers package their titles in neat little boxes. What tags would you choose to describe Licking the Spoon? Is there a specific message you want readers to grasp?

It sure doesn’t fit into a neat little box. But that’s great, because there’s something for everyone. There’s food, recipes, ethnicity (Cuba and Greece), the Ellis Island story, love, betrayal, abuse and addiction, marriage and divorce and remarriage, transcendence and inner peace, motherhood, letting go of unhealthy family and romantic relationships, coming out later in life, stepping out in faith into the unknown, because of an inner knowing that what I most wanted was waiting for me.

A specific message? I think that different people find different messages; it’s what they needed to find. The messages are overwhelmingly positive, though. I don’t want to interfere with what people might find by saying too much. For me, I found that food and love were both things that were harming me, because of my own choices. I had to go through a process so that food and love were instead nurturing, delighting, and nourishing me instead. I also had to stop living my life in order to please others. I had to figure out what I actually wanted, and then pursue it, in order to be content. One of the major ways that manifested in my own life was that when my first marriage ended, I decided to start dating women. It was something that had always been there, waiting for me to be brave enough.

4) In Licking the Spoon, we learn you are of Irish, Greek, and Cuban descent, and that you’ve had a long going love affair with France. When did you become a self-professed Francophile? How has French culture influenced your life?

It’s so funny. When I was a kid, my mother always used to say, “French sounds so beautiful, it even sounds beautiful when they say, ‘I’m going to take out the trash.’” That definitely made an impression on me. I still laugh whenever I hear the word “poubelle,” (trash) because it does sound so cute! I took French in high school, and loved it. I loved the language, the cadences, the intonations. It’s so musical. I didn’t focus on it too much until I met my former husband, who is half French. Then, he introduced me to France from an insider’s perspective. We traveled the French countryside on our honeymoon, and I fell in love with Burgundy. I was immersed in the wonderful food and wines. I’ve been in love with France ever since. French culture has influenced my life in the way that I like to entertain, with Provencal tablecloths and napkins. I loved dressing my babies in sweet French outfits from Tati and other relatively inexpensive venues. I’ve built up a scarf collection, and do feel somewhat naked if I leave the house without one.

5) It took some time, and more than a few struggles, but you ended up leaping into a new life. Would you consider yourself an adventuress?


Yes! My wife Laura likes to refer to my “cockamamie schemes.” I love to travel, I’m very spontaneous, and I’m full of ideas. I can’t pursue all of them, but I would much rather do new things than stick to the same old same old. That’s why I’m always trying new recipes instead of sticking to a stable of old reliables. Laura is more risk-averse. She reins me in, saves me from getting into too many scrapes.

6) Do you believe in happily-ever-afters?

I do! Meeting Laura has been a happily-ever-after. But it’s not effortless. Relationships take work. Our relationship is a good one because we each bring so much to it. We go the extra mile, we’re considerate, patient, honest, and committed. We are really well matched.

7) What can we expect from you next?

I’ve got a novel idea that I’m batting around. I’m also going to be gathering bonus material—Licking the Spoon outtakes, basically, that weren’t cut because they were deficient, just because I wrote way too much—and I’ll be releasing them in some kind of format. Still figuring that one out.

And now for some fun: 7 random questions

1)   Ropa Vieja or Boeuf Bourguignon
Boeuf Bourguignon, because it involves good red wine and at the moment I could really go for a glass of the stuff.
2)   Bungee or Parachute jump
Oh, dear. Neither. I’m serious. I’m very afraid of heights. I’d die of fright first.
3)   New York or Santa Fe     
Santa Fe is home now, but I love visiting New York!
4)   Brigitte Bardot or Frigide Barjot
Brigitte Bardot, because of her fabulous eyeliner.
5)   Lipstick or Chapstick
Lipstick—I hate Chapstick! It’s so asexual to me.
6)   Macarons or Freshly Baked Chocolate Chip Cookies
Macarons, because they’re like cosmetics in cookie form.
7)   Julia Child or Martha Stewart
Martha Stewart, not so much because of the food, but because the lifestyle is so seductive.


FIND OUT MORE ABOUT CANDACE- CONNECT WITH HER ONLINE 




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To close, I'd really like to thank Candace for agreeing to this interview. When I clicked that Twitter link back in November, I not only discovered an AMAZING read, of which I inhaled in two single bites, I also made a new, albeit virtual, friend.

Share the love. Let people know about Candace's memoir, Licking the Spoon!

Bisous!

 

Monday Musings: A Creative Book Club in southwestern France

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Book clubs are a great way to find new reads, to get together with the gals (or guys), to have a lively debate over a bottle — or two — of wine, and, in our case here in the south of France, to speaka our mother tongue (and read) on a regular basis. Our book club has expanded to include twenty members from all corners of the globe, including two French gals, though most meetings cap off at about eight people.


Anyway, we try to include snacks that tie in with the book. One of our members, the AMAZING Kristin went above and beyond on Sunday's discussion, where Gillian Flynn's GONE GIRL was the pick o' the month.


"Millefeuille Plots"

"She's Nuts" and "Olive You, Olive You Not"

"Six Layers of Bullshit"

"The Sweetest Revenge"

"Bitter Bitches"


I seriously don't know how any of us will top this. But that's not the point. Get creative, have fun, expand your horizons, and read. And, if you're not part of a book club, what's holding you back?

p.s. Any of you read GONE GIRL? What did you think?

Wednesday is All Write: 7 Questions with Jamie Cat Callan, author of Ooh La La

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I was lucky to receive an advanced reader copy of Jamie Cat Callan's delightful book Ooh La La: French Women's Secrets to Feeling Beautiful Everyday. Part memoir, part self-improvement guide, Jamie's charming voice sings off the page. Seriously, it's like reading a book written by your best friend-- one you go to advice for. From sex to lingerie to finding the perfect perfume, Jamie is honest and open, no subject taboo. While it's clear Jamie certainly has an affinity for all things French, and we meet so many wonderful people on Jamie's quest to capture her Ooh La La, what I really like about her book is it's all about self-empowerment, how we women all have our own Ooh La La no matter what country we come from, no matter our size, no matter our age. Even better- you don't need to take a trip to Paris to find your Ooh La La;it rests within you.

ABOUT OOH LA LA: French Women's Secrets to Feeling Beautiful Everday:
French women are not born more attractive than anyone else. They simply learn at a very young age how to feel beautiful, confident, and sexy, inside and out. It's an allure that outlasts youth--in fact, some of France's most celebrated women are femmes d'un certain âge. Experience only makes them more irresistible.

Growing up, Jamie Cat Callan had a French grand-mère to instruct her on style, grooming, and genuinely liking her reflection in the mirror. Now she shares that wisdom along with advice from other French women on fragrance, image consulting, makeup, and more, and shows you how to:

Discover the power of perfume

Find mentors who will help hone your personal style


Begin at the ends--hands, feet, and hair


Choose lingerie that makes you feel
magnifique

Get an internal makeover and nourish your soul

Embrace your age gracefully and gorgeously

 
Bid au revoir to Botox, fad diets, and agonizing over every imperfection, and say hello to the truly timeless beauty that comes with making the most of your own unique je-ne-sais-quoi.

With that said, I'd like to thank Jamie for taking the time to answer a few questions. Honestly, I had a lot of fun with this interview and j'adore her responses!

1) In Ooh La La you stress the importance of taking time to relax and, more importantly, to do things that make you feel good about yourself, like getting a massage or facial, finding the right perfume for your own bodily chemistry, or simply buying a piece of lingerie that makes you feel pretty or sexy. Self-confidence aside, which is important, how has everything you’ve learned from the elusive creatures we call French women affected your relationship with your husband? And, is he on the search for his own Ooh La La?

When we first married (only seven years ago—this is a second marriage for both of us), I found myself trying to do everything right and I was terribly afraid of engaging in any sort of heated argument and so I was always very “nice” and agreeable. However, when I interviewed French women, I learned that they actually keep their relationships, romances and marriages spicy by not always being completely easy to get along with. And so, our marriage actually became a lot more fun after I started going back and forth to France. Plus my new French lingerie certainly brought plenty of ooh la la to our marriage!
And yes, my husband is on his own search for ooh la la!  He’s been to France with me a number of times.  He adores French cuisine and has re-discovered the joys of gardening and fishing and cooking.

2) We know your French grandmother has influenced you, but what really made you fall in love with France and the French culture? Was there a defining “ah-ha” moment?

This is such an interesting question, because I’m not sure if I had one defining “ah-ha” moment.  It’s as if this love of France and French culture was always with me, from the time I was a little girl and would visit my French grandmother. But, for years it lay dormant. I was so busy with life, married, then divorced, a single mom working very hard—teaching writing and never making much money.  The idea of returning to France (I had been there during college in the 1970’s) seemed impossible.  My grandmother passed away in the 1980’s.  Years and years went by and I didn’t really think much about France.  However, I do remember reading about a new book in the New York Times Sunday Styles section. It was Mireille Guiliano’s “French Women Don’t Get Fat,” and while I never do this—I actually called my local bookstore and pre-ordered the book. I think that might have been my ah ha moment. Not too long after this, I married again and my husband and we went to Paris for our honeymoon.  I remember spending the entire honeymoon in a highly emotional state.  Yes, there was the fact that I was in love and had just married. But, I was also 50 years old and I was back in Paris after a 30 year absence. Paris was different, of course, but also the same and I kept feeling as if I was running into the ghost of my younger self in every café and street corner, in the Tuileries, the Jardin du Luxembourg, and  the Boulevard St. Germain. One day, we walked past the Alliance Francaise, and so many memories rushed through me, that I burst out in tears!

3) Let’s talk a little bit about les femmes d’un certain âge and how most French women are content to age gracefully. Do you think the American culture disregards the beauty of older woman? Is our country too focused on being better, faster, stronger, thinner…and younger? Do you think Americans are being programmed to aim for unrealistic perfection?

Yes!  We are absolutely too focused on better, faster, stronger, thinner, and younger. Femmes d’un certain age (women of a certain age) may not look young, but they can certainly look beautiful, stylish, intriguing, sexy and appealing.  In fact, I believe older women have a distinct advantage when it comes to beauty. First of all, we’ve been around long enough to understand what looks good on us, what colors bring out our unique beauty, how to accentuate our gifts and how to diminish any flaws. Oftentimes, we have more money when we get older, so we can spend our euros (or dollars) on skincare products and spa visits, that we might not have been able to afford when we were younger.  More than this, a femme d’un certain age has the power and the allure of a woman who has lived and learned, who has experience and self-knowledge. A femme d’un certain age has a lot more confidence and this can be very appealing.  No, we do not have the look of a fresh-faced ingénue, but we have the look of an elegant woman who has obviously been around for some time.  After all, we have lived and loved and survived.  This form of beauty can only be earned from years of living.  If we embrace the beauty that comes from wisdom and experience, we will find that the world will respond in kind, offering us respect and the give us the consideration we certainly deserve.

4) From all of your research, what are your personal top beauty secrets? What do you do now that you didn’t do before? 

Zumba!  And yoga and lots of walking, but seriously, I found that dancing several times per week made me look and feel great.  And it’s very French.  I learned that French Women love dancing because it’s artful and even intellectual.  Plus, it’s fun!

In addition this, here’s my top beauty secrets:
1.  Drink lots of water
2.  Moisturize.  Moisturize.  Moisturize
3.  Take your time with your bath and skin care.
4.  Take naps. Enjoy your “Secret Garden” time
5.  When it comes to makeup, less is more
6.  Make love often
7.  Read, go to galleries, concerts, films, get into lively intellectual discussions (the French believe that brains and beauty absolutely go together)

5) If you only had two days to spend in France, where would you go, and what would you do?

Oh dear, this is a difficult question!  Just two days!?  Okay, I believe I would go to Paris, because I’d want to see my friends, and because Paris is the center of fashion and style.  I would spend much of the day, sitting in a café and watching the world go by.  I would walk through the Tuileries, all the way from Concord to the Louvre.  I would walk along the Seine and cross the Pont des Arts, to see all the bicycle locks that the lovers have left.  Perhaps I’d even have a little picnic on the bridge.  Oh, but I’d want to walk along the Seine and up to Notre Dame.  And then I’d walk around the Left Bank and visit the places  Hemingway and Fitzgerald frequented—Café Deux Magots and Harry’s Bar on the Right Bank.  Oh, and speaking of the Right Bank, I would stop by Chanel and pay homage to the Grand Dame of modern fashion.  >From there, I would walk a few blocks to Ladurée and perhaps indulge in a macaron or two.  Later, I would go to the market in Belleville and buy some fresh flowers and do a bit of people-watching.  Finally, I would have dinner at Café de l’Homme, where I’d get a table on the terrace, so I could watch the Eiffel Tower lit up against the Paris sky and I would drink champagne! 

And for the writer crowd:

6) Now that you’ve found your Ooh La La, what can we expect from you next?

I am working on a novel called “Paris Changes Everything” about three American students who come to Paris for the first time and fall in love. Stay tuned!

7) Tell us a little bit about your publishing journey? What sorts of trials and tribulations have you faced as a writer? Any morsels of advice you want to share with aspiring authors?

This has been a long and circuitous journey for me.  I began publishing in the 1970’s (poetry, at first) and then my first young adult novel came out in 1982.  It was called “Over the Hill at Fourteen” and it was a big success. I wrote two more young adults, and then there was a big gap in my publishing career, during which I wrote screenplays—I went to UCLA film school and worked at Paramount Pictures for the actress Meg Ryan. I was also raising my daughter and teaching writing. After my daughter left for college, I began publishing again.  I created something called The Writers Toolbox, a box of writing games, and then I re-discovered my love of all things French and wrote French Women Don’t Sleep Alone.  I had no idea it would be so popular!

So, here’s my advice for aspiring writers.  There is no one way to do this.  Follow your heart. Put one foot in front of the other. Write what you love, what you tend to read. Write the book you would like to read.  Also, be willing to change and embrace new opportunities.  The world of publishing is constantly changing and shifting and there is room for everyone who wants to write and be read.  Be your own true self.  And finally, whatever you do--have fun.

Now for some fun: The random. 

1) Baguette or Bagel                          
 Baguette


2) Aubade or La Perla
 La Perla

3) New York or Paris 
Paris, bien sur!  (although I love New York)
 

4) Brigitte Bardot or Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe (I am, after all, American)

5) Camille Lacourt or Yoann Gourguff 
Camille Lacourt  (I had no idea who these two men were, and then I googled them and honestly, I got a bit flustered when looking at images of Camille Lacourt! Wow!

6) Floral or Musky Scents
Floral scents 

7) The Red Slip or The Blue Boa 
Oh my, difficult to decide, I guess the red silk slip, because it’s a bit more discreet than the blue feather boa

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Okay, ladies (and gentleman), check out Jamie's books, then get off the computer, do something nice for yourself, and unleash your Ooh La La!

It's Just Another Mutant Monday...

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Notice anything different? Like maybe my blog design has mutated and changed? Well, there's a good reason for that. And there are going to be some big time changes around here.

I have some news. Big news. Exciting news. Fabulous news. The contract has been signed. The deal has been announced.

***drum roll please***

I sold my middle grade novel, KING OF THE MUTANTS, to Month9Books! I know! I know! It's hard to believe myself. But I have picture proof.



Right about now, some of you may be wondering: what the heck are you going to do with your memoir and this blog?

I'm still working on getting my memoir out there. So I'm also planning on creating two separate web sites — one for adult concepts, and one for YA and MG. For the most part, I'm keeping this blog as is, although there may be a couple of risqué posts I'll be deleting or tweaking to keep everything PG. Hey, I've been connecting with all of you here for more than three years!

How does a romantic memoir tie in to mutant kids?

Oddly, it does. Like Maverick, the lead character in KING OF THE MUTANTS, I never had contact with my biological father until I was thirteen. It should come as no surprise that Maverick's dad is a real freak of nature, or that Maverick is more than disappointed when he uncovers his roots. Hmmm. Write what you know, right?

Yes, I've got lots of work ahead of me, but if there's anything I've learned on this seven-year-long road to publication it's I can do it.

But right now it's time to celebrate!

Thank you all so much for being a part of this journey!

Friendship Friday: Love With a Chance of Drowning by Torre DeRoche

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To help celebrate her recent book launch, today I'm pleased to pimp out Torre DeRoche's fantastic memoir, Love with a Chance of Drowning.

Without further ado, here's the overview:

 
Love can make a person do crazy things . . .

A city girl with a morbid fear of deep water, Torre DeRoche is not someone you would ordinarily find adrift in the middle of the stormy Pacific aboard a leaky sailboat – total crew of two – struggling to keep an old boat, a new relationship and her floundering sanity afloat.

But when she meets Ivan, a handsome Argentinean man with a humble sailboat and a dream to set off exploring the world, Torre has to face a hard decision: watch the man she's in love with sail away forever, or head off on the watery journey with him. Suddenly the choice seems simple. She gives up her sophisticated city life, faces her fear of water (and tendency towards seasickness) and joins her lover on a year-long voyage across the Pacific.

Set against a backdrop of the world's most beautiful and remote destinations, Love with a Chance of Drowning is a sometimes hilarious, often moving and always brave memoir that proves there are some risks worth taking.




My thoughts? Oh boy, glad you asked...

Love With a Chance of Drowning is breezy and breathtaking, heart racing and humorous. The perfect narrator to guide us on her love adventure at sea, Torre’s prose is charming, witty, and funny. The story flows from one page, one chapter, to another— descriptive in detail where needed, never weighted down. Honestly, I wish I’d been lounged out in a hammock on a tropical island, able to glance at the sea while reading, Torre’s book in one hand (and maybe an umbrella drink in the other).

Torre experienced an adventure most of us only dream about doing, myself included. The second I put it down, wanderlust set in. I want to hop on a plane right now and make my way to what I’m calling Liza’s island, maybe swim with the rays! One day, I swear, I will do it.

In the end, Torre’s memoir carries a wonderful message: don’t let fear hold you back— get out there and live.

But before you set off on your own adventure, watch Torre's book trailer...



 



be sure to connect with Torre...


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and maybe win a $1000 round trip ticket to ANYWHERE!

As part of the promotion for Love with a Chance of Drowning, Torre is running a competition on her site, FearfulAdventurer.com inviting bloggers to share stories of their own fearful adventures. Stop by and find out how to enter.


Finally, get swept away on Torre's love adventure. You can buy your very own copy of Love with a Chance of Drowning here:

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Comments for this post have been disabled. Get off my blog, connect with Torre, and then get out there and live your dreams! What are you waiting for? 

Have a great weekend!

Bisous!


Just call me Scuba Sam

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Don't let this idyllic scene fool you.
When we loaded up the car and headed to Cap d'Agde in the south of France this past weekend, I was expecting calm waters, warm weather, and an underwater adventure.

I didn't realize my level one certification for scuba diving would be more like a Navy Seal exercise.

The sea was rough and cold — around 59 degrees. The wind was strong. They almost canceled the weekend due to less than desirable conditions. Um, that didn't happen. But chickening out wasn't an option. My husband is one of the dive instructors, both of the kids were certified two years ago, and I've been taking hour long classes with my husband's work's scuba club every Thursday for the past nine months.

The smartest decision I made: Instead of my husband*, I opted to dive with another instructor— the less stress, the better.

*The last time I went diving with him he kept pushing me towards an octopus--as if I couldn't see the freaky thing with its bulbous and very yellow eyes

On the first dive, swimming fifteen feet to the buoy took great effort. I was completely winded, thanks to the twenty-pound lead baby strapped to my back, otherwise known as the tank. I was thrown and tossed around in the waves, trying to swim and grip a rope at the side of the boat, thinking, "I can't breathe. I'm going to die. What am I doing? This is supposed to be fun; it isn't. It's torture! Kill me now!"

But, rather than letting fear get the best of me, I took slow, purposeful breaths before the descent, and once we were a few feet under, the water was calm. Unfortunately, due to the weather, visibility was poor, and I could only see about three, maybe four feet, in all directions. Thankfully, my instructor wore fluorescent green flippers or I would have been flipping out. Regardless of the conditions, we were able to view some sea life.

Note: Birds do it. Bees do it. And, apparently, crabs do it too.

We performed all level one tasks — removing our masks, motioning for a loss of air and supplying another diver with the "octopus" (spare regulator), checking air levels, and stability exercises, the most important being the ascent. The first dive lasted about twenty-five minutes. I didn't have gloves; my hands were blocks of ice.

Once we surfaced, though, the water was rough. And we had to swim back to the boat. Under water, everything is weightless. Yeah, not so much anymore. That twenty-pound lead baby strapped to my back was a heifer. Add the belt around my waist, another ten pounds, the way my wet suit strangled my neck, the fact the boat was about thirty feet away, and once again, my mantra of "I can't breathe. I'm going to die. What am I doing? This is supposed to be fun; it isn't. It's torture! Kill me now!" returned. Climbing the ladder was hard. But I made it. Back on board, I was looking forward to catching my breath.

You know that show "Deadliest Catch," when the waves crash down on the fishermen's heads? The boat ride back to the harbor was kind of like that.

Now, repeat the above scenario three more times.

Apparently, I'm a masochist. But I'm a masochist who is now level one certified. And I'm looking forward to diving in better conditions — warm waters, a calm sea, and my family by my side.

Book tour! Book tour! My Sister's Reaper by Dorothy Dreyer

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I am thrilled to support fellow Month9Books authoress, Dorothy Dreyer, and her EPIC YA, My Sister's Reaper, which will be released into the wild in print on June 18th.

I don't know about you, but I can't wait for this baby to hit the shelves! I want it now! Right now! Like you, though, I have to wait.
Cover! LOVE!!!!
About My Sister's Reaper....

Sixteen-year-old Zadie’s first mistake was telling the boy she liked she could bring her dead sister back to life. Her second mistake was actually doing it.

When Zadie accidentally messes with the Reaper’s Rite that should have claimed her sister Mara, things go horribly wrong. Mara isn’t the same anymore—Zadie isn’t even sure she’s completely human, and to top it off, a Reaper is determined to collect Mara’s soul no matter what. Now Zadie must figure out how to defeat her sister’s Reaper, or let Mara die … this time for good.

And an excerpt to tease and tempt you!!!

I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. I wiped sweat from my brow and reached for my bedside light, but I froze before I could turn it on. In the darkness, Mara’s silhouette looked down on me. I swallowed back dryness as I stared into her face. I blinked, unable to tell if I was still dreaming or not. But when I focused, there she was, standing beside my bed in the dark. She stared at me with eyes that seemed to penetrate me, moonlight falling in white shards across her face.

“Mara?” I whispered.

She didn’t say a word. Why wasn’t she moving?

“Mara?” I slowly pushed down my covers. Mara only stared. Was she even breathing?

My heart pounded as I slid out of bed. Mara was only inches from the frame. God, Mara, why are you doing this? I maneuvered around her, afraid to make contact. I stood, keeping my eyes on her until we were face-to-face. Silence screamed in my ears.



Talk about AWESOME! Here's where you can purchase Dorothy's book. Also, be sure to add My Sister's Reaper to your GoodReads list! Spread the word, peeps, spread the word!!!!!









Wednesday is More than All Right! I Sold My Memoir!

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If a picture speaks a thousand words, the photo below speaks volumes...



...save for the fact it doesn't capture the story behind the story.

Those of you who have been following my blog for some time know how hard I had to work to get my memoir published. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my journey, I'd been working on SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS for four years. In 2009, I wrote the story as it happened to me. In late 2010, I began contacting agents, sending off twenty-one queries. I believe the full was out with five or six agents when I received an offer of representation in January of 2011. Unfortunately, at this time an article bashing 'me'-moirs created some havoc, so we decided to hold off on submissions until the market for memoir heated up.

My agent was wonderful. But she left the business in late 2011. I was left in the hands of another agent for five months and, after facing a very tough decision, I decided to leave the agency and revise my manuscript, which was one hot mess. Then, I contacted freelance editor Jay Schaefer, who I'd discovered because he'd acquired and edited UNDER THE TUSCAN SUN by Frances Mayes, a book whose theme of starting over in mid-life was similar to mine, when he was with Chronicle Books.

Throughout this journey, along with the people who supported me, I'd met a couple of naysayers. People told me that without a strong platform I'd never be published. That I had to get an article placed in the NY Times Modern Love Column to even be considered by a publishing house. That memoir was a tough sell.

I asked Jay about his thoughts on the above. And he said something close to this: "Platform, shmatform. You have a fantastic and unique story to tell. I can't promise you it will be picked up, but I believe in it."

So I hired him. Jay didn't change my voice, or fix grammar issues, or re-write my life. He asked me the hard-hitting questions. He suggested cuts. And additions. I told him to "bring it on," that I had thick skin, and could handle whatever he threw at me. Now that I lived the story, I had more objectivity. We revised the manuscript again. We polished my book proposal up. I enlisted an army of beta readers. Two developmental edits and six months later, Jay introduced me to an agent he'd thought would be a good fit for SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS. She had the manuscript for four months. Although she loved the story, ultimately, I received a rejection. We tried three more agents. I received three more rejections.

After years of being more than patient, I decided to take my book into my own hands.

Sourcebooks was the first publishing house I approached. I'm originally from Chicago, their founder was from Paris, and other successful Parisian-based memoirs sparkled on their list. Something in my gut told me this house was 'the one.' So I sent off a very well-researched query, along with my book proposal, and kept everything crossed.

Then, I pulled the trigger again. In a crazy twist of events, I ended up selling my middle grade novel, KING OF THE MUTANTS, to Month9Books. Two weeks later, I was contacted by Sourcebooks, alerting me that they were impressed by my proposal and wanted to see the full.

Three days after I sent the manuscript to Anna Klenke, my now wonderful and fabulous editor, I received an email. At first, I was afraid to click it open. In my head I chanted, "Expect the unexpected. Expected the unexpected." I had to read the email twice. Because it was an offer of publication!

Long story short: I believed in myself. I believed in SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS. And I never gave up.

I also found the right people who believed in me and my story too.


Friendship Friday- KNOCK LOVE OUT by Pella Grace

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"I want to have an affair. Rolling across bed sheets. Pinned against the wall." --Lilla King



LOOKING FOR A STEAMY READ THIS SUMMER? CHECK OUT PELLA GRACE'S KNOCK LOVE OUT!

This Adult-New Adult mash-up is an extremely steamy contemporary romance that tells the story of Cash, a 24-year-old grocery clerk and Lilla, a 30-something unhappily married woman who fall for one another.

Warren Cash Valentine is an artist moonlighting as a cashier in his family's failing grocery store.

On the surface he appears to be your typical smart ass, cocky 24 year-old, but underneath lies a man who is highly gifted and passionate about embracing life to the fullest.

Lilla King is a woman stuck in the winter of her life.

At 39 years-old, her marriage and career are failing which leaves her desperate to find a spark that will jump-start her woeful heart and get her back on course to finding her passion for life.

One man's wife is another man's lover.

Can you keep a secret?
 
YOU CAN FIND KNOCK LOVE OUT HERE:
 



 

ABOUT PELLA...

KNOCK LOVE OUT is my first published novel. It will be available 7.2.13 thanks to Swoon Romance. As a child I loved writing poetry and swore I'd grow up to be a songwriter. My love of poetry heavily influenced my writing style and lead me on a path to writing romantic tales.

Prior to my writing career I worked as a professional chef. Food and the art of cooking will always be an ultimate obsession and passion of mine. I am an advocate for small farmers and absolute freedom. I believe in allowing individuals to be the leaders of their own lives. I am on a journey in life to find my own freedom and bliss. I welcome all of you to come along for the ride.
 
YOU CAN FIND MORE INFO ON PELLA HERE:WEBSITE
 
As usual, comments for friendship Friday have been disabled! Go make a new friend! Connect with Pella!
 

Wednesday is All Write: Let's go Streaking!!!

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Hey you guys......!!!


(We're gonna zoom-zoom-zoom-zooma-zoom. We're gonna zoom-zoom-zoom-zooma-zoom. Get it? No? Oh well.)

Sorry for the long blogging hiatus, but this summer was busy with a capital B. I spent six weeks back in the good ol' USA, getting my fill of American life. You'd think it was an extended vacation. It wasn't. Two of said weeks were spent playing tour guide to la fille and two of her French girlfriends. More on that later. The rest of the time was spent trying to balance my first round of edits with the memoir, entertaining my family-- traveling from San Diego to San Francisco, and creating a keepsake charm and video and for my publisher's annual sales conference, which I've posted below.


Okay, so. Have you ever tried creating a video on your own? Good god, I felt like a fool talking to my iPad. It must have taken me three thousand takes--even with a script. I've posted some of the more humorous? outtakes from the sales video below. Yes, I am a ham. And, yes, my name is Sam. And, no, calling somebody a ham in French doesn't translate. At all. Tu es vraiment un jambon? Nope. Doesn't work.



You are not going to believe this, but I've always been terminally shy, the kind of kid who just stood at the side of the playground with a Cabbage Patch smile on her face until somebody asked me to play. Well, unless I'm on a stage. Once the nerves settle down-- I'm an extrovert- as seen below while singing karaoke in front of a large audience, which included my mother. Oh, the song? Totally appropriate and something the whole family can enjoy. "I Touch Myself."



On a serious note, yes, I put myself out there, but that doesn't mean I'm not petrified. I am. I have two books coming out next year, which is great! But soon people will be judging me and my writing, and, moreover, when it comes to my memoir, my life. Reviewers can be so very cruel, calling fellow memoirists things like "narcissistic whores,""bi-polar bitches," or "whiny," and "self-absorbed."

Um, I love myself? I want you to love me? Yeah, that won't cut it. Yet, here I am exposing myself. In a book. About my life. Please keep me off Amazon.

Let's go streaking?

Okay. I can't do that.

SOUND OFF: Even if you have confidence, what do you do to settle down those nagging insecurities? Do you just say-- I DON'T CARE. I LOVE IT!, crash your car into a bridge, and let it burn? Or, do you care?

p.s. Mom? Another shot of tequila, perhaps? What's up with the sideways video? And who is that guy with the beer?

Horse Image courtesy of dan at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Friendship Friday: The Amazing Kelly Polark and Rockabet

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Today I'm celebrating the release of Kelly Polark's ABC's of rock 'n' roll picture book, ROCKABET: CLASSIC EDITION.
Kelly is one of my favorite writer peeps in the entire the world. Awesomely enough, we were able to meet way back when in Chicago before I moved to France. Not so surprisingly, Kelly was on her way to a concert...

Anyway, Kelly has combined her love for music (and she's been to every rock concert known to man, I think) with her love of writing children's books. And she came up with the coolest concept EVER! ROCKABET: CLASSIC EDITION.

Today I'm partying with Kelly in France and playing band manager...

So if I could choose any band members from any bands to form the best band ever, these would be my rockin' picks:

Band Name: Maverick Mercury and the Mutants

First Gig: Coney Island

Lead vocals:  Joe Strummer from The Clash

Lead guitarist: Maverick Mercury (the protag from my MG! Not only can he jam, he can play the guitar with his tail...)

Bass guitarist: Slash from GnR

Drums: Neil Peart from Rush (Note: I can't stand Rush, but Neil is known to have been the best drummer this side of Mars)

Keyboards: Thomas Dolby *Because he blinded with science, whee, wah, woh! As sweet as any harmony...

Okay. So that's a really wildly weird band.

NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO JAM...

Who would you choose for your supergroup?
Here's a band name generator to create your killer band name!


ROCKABET: CLASSIC EDITION can currently be purchased online at Amazon or at select bookstores. Hardcover books will be available at various online retailers and stores in October.

Kelly Polark is also the author of BIG SISTER, BABY BROTHER and the upcoming HOLD THE MUSTARD! from Meegenius. Come visit her on Facebook and Twitter! Check out her website and celebrity book recommendation site, Book Recs of the Rock and Famous.

READING ROCKS!




Comments, per the usual, have been disabled on Friendship Friday. PLEASE take the time to visit Kelly and DO check out her rocking book. Also, let her know the name of your supergroup....

Have a great weekend! Rock on!


Top Image courtesy of imagerymajestic at FreeDigitalPhotos.net



Boeuf Bourguignon- A Self Proclaimed (American) Princess Cooks French

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Hang on to your wooden spoons...

Life has been busy! So sorry for the long hiatus. But things have simmered down and I now have something I call time! Time to write. Time to read. Time to play. And, more importantly, time to cook.

In honor of fall, today I'm posting my recipe for Boeuf Bourguignon. Basically, it's a combo of techniques and ingredients I've discovered while living in France and experimenting with different recettes. Seriously, it's delicious. A crowd pleaser! A lip-smacking — yes, you'll want seconds--maybe thirds--treat.

One thing I've learned when cooking in France is how to substitute. Don't have an ingredient? Don't fret, there is always an alternative. So, with this recipe, I present a few choices.


SERVES 6 PEOPLE

WHAT YOU'LL NEED:
  • (3-4) pounds lean stewing beef/beef chuck, cut into two-inch chunks
  • (6) shallots, sliced
  • (4) garlic cloves- minced 
  • (16-20) pearl onions (oignon saucier)-- okay to use frozen
  • (2-3) large carrots, peeled and cut into bite-sized chunks 
  • (3/4) pounds fresh mushrooms (use your favorite -- like dried porcini mushrooms, known here in France as cepes*)
  • 1 can button mushrooms
  • 1 packet of lardons, if you can find them alt: salt pork bits, or bacon
  • (1) cup beef stock
  • (1) bottle red wine-- a Pinot Noir, Burgundy, or other red
  • (2) tablespoons tomato paste
  • (1/2) cup brandy, which I didn't have--so I substituted with Armagnac
  • (6) cloves 
  • (3) bay leaves
  • (1) bouquet garni (or a couple of sprigs of dried thyme)
  • salt 
  • fresh ground pepper
  • flour- (see recipe-- around 4 tbs, total)
  • butter (see recipe-- around 4 tbs, total)
  • parsley (for garnish)
  • egg based pasta, like tagliatelle, or boiled red potatoes

* Note: If using cepes (dried porcini mushrooms), prepare them accordingly by pouring (1) cup of boiling water over them, and letting them soak for about 30 minutes. Drain and chop coarsely.


(1) Flour the pieces of beef, toss to cover, and then season with salt and pepper


(2) Bring a pot of water to boil to blanch the onions while you're cooking up your lardons until they are brown and crispy (or alternatives-- salt pork or bacon) in a dutch oven. 

If using bacon, I'm thinking you'll need about four-sixes slices, a healthy 1/4 of a cup, cut into small strips.

Note: if you have a slow cooker, by all means use it! Don't have a dutch oven or cocotte? A large pot will suffice. Maybe even a wok!



(3) Remove the pork with a slotted spoon  -- set them to the side on a paper towel or in a bowl-- and brown the beef in batches in the fat from the pork (medium-high burner), searing both sides. Blanch the onions for five minutes, drain, and set to the side.


(4) Add the carrots and the shallots. Return the lardons to your pot.


(5) Add enough wine to cover all the beef, as well as the cup of beef stock


(6) Add the bay leaves and thyme/or bouquet garni, as well as the cloves.


(7) Add the brandy, or in my case-- Armagnac, which was great! Let simmer (on low), covered, for a good 4 hours! If you notice the sauce is boiling down too much, add more wine. Hey, have a glass yourself!

(8) Next steps? Peel those onions of yours, chop up your fresh mushrooms, and drain your can of button mushrooms. Melt two tablespoons butter in a separate pan and sauté the onions and mushrooms. Add them to the casserole/dutch oven, stirring them in with your handy wooden spoon. Bring a pot of water to boil for the pasta.

In a small bowl,  mix three tablespoons of flour with two tablespoons of butter until you form a paste-- this is called the beurre manie and it's used to thicken the sauce. Fold the beurre manie into the mixture about ten minutes before serving. Cover. Simmer.


(9) Season with fresh ground pepper, and salt if needed, to your taste.


(10) Serve with pasta--my choice-- or boiled potatoes. Add a loaf of fresh French bread to soak up the sauce on the side, garnish with parsley, and enjoy!!!!

I'd show you a picture of the final outcome, but I forgot to take one after plating the meal. And then we ate it. I can assure you, though, my boeuf bourguignon got a five-star rating! And my critics were, gasp, six French!



Locks of Love in Biarritz

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Locks of Love in Biarritz.


On an illustrious bridge in Paris -- the "Pont des Arts," many couples have written their names on a padlock, locking it to the side of the bridge. The key is then thrown into the Seine -- a symbol of undying love. Apparently, the only way to break this bond of love is to find the key and unlock the padlock. Which is impossible, unless you want to scuba in the Seine with the chances of finding your key hedging on slim-to-none...and you'd probably be arrested. 

As for Biarritz? You better be sure your love is "the one."



Yes. You better be sure!

So, tell me! Are you ready to commit? Are you already committed? Or should you be committed?

Happy Friday!

And bisous from France!

p.s. More photos and news from Biarritz coming soon! I'm playing a little game I call catch up. And, WOW! my phone took some pretty good pictures!

Wednesday is All Write! Expect the Unexpected!

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A couple of weeks ago, my editor, Anna, shared some potentially exciting news with me over an email. Apparently,  a couple of publishing houses in Australia were interested in buying the foreign rights to my memoir, SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS. Instead of doing the Cabbage Patch dance, or the running (wo)man, I remained cautiously optimistic.

One thing I've learned is the unexpected seems to pop up when I'm least expecting it. It's like that old adage-- a watched pot never boils. Still, this didn't stop me from refreshing my email, while repeating my mantra: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED.EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED.

Then, the unexpected happened, and the news was above and beyond all my expectations.

On November 15th, the email I'd been waiting for came in: Australia was a done deal. I immediately emailed Anna, telling her I felt like Seabiscuit-- the small horse who became an unlikely champion, thanks to the people who believed in him. (For more on my publishing journey, click HERE).

I was in shock. I still am in shock.

Quietly, I danced in the kitchen, and let out more than a few yelps, because I couldn't my share my news until it was announced officially. Finally, on November 21st, I woke up at three in morning with the sudden urge to check my email. This is what I found in my inbox:


It's off to the races! (Once I'm finished doing the Cabbage Patch...)

Comments are disabled. Please celebrate with me, though! Do your best Cabbage Patch! And, if you're so inclined, add SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS to your GoodReads TBR list!

Bisous.



Image courtesy of piyato at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Wednesday (on a Tuesday) is All Write (Especially with news like this!)

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No, I don't have a rainbow colored unicorn that grants wishes in my backyard.

Yes, my life is filled with ups and downs just like anybody else's.

But lately the good news just keeps coming. And coming.

Waking up to my email? It's become the sweetest addiction of the best kind.

First up: I am pleased to announce I have an agent- the wonderful Jennifer Barclay. Jen is everything I've been looking for in an agent. She has over twenty years of publishing experience. She's an editor and a writer too (check out her memoir, FALLING IN HONEY, available now in the UK/Europe and coming soon to the US via Sourcebooks in March '14!) She understands what we authors have to go through. She's sweet, smart, funny, and communicative. Plus, thanks to the conversation we had last week over SKYPE, she's seen me without make-up and my hair in a messy ponytail. (I wasn't expecting a video chat. And I should have know better. Always expect the unexpected!)

I was looking for somebody I could be myself around, who didn't put me on edge, or turn me into a stuttering mess. I was also looking for somebody who could provide me with the direction I desperately needed when it came to my writing career. Jen is all THAT and a bag of chips. I'm really looking forward to working with her. Huzzah! Yep, I'm one lucky gal!

Speaking of luck, I do have some book news. Big book news. Huge book news. A few weeks ago I blogged about the recent sale of my memoir to Fiona Henderson at Random House Australia.

Well, Random House Australia has chosen ten books to highlight next year. My memoir, SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS, is one of the ten. I wouldn't believe it myself if I didn't have picture proof! See! See! Also, I have my first blurb! Thank you, Fiona. (I'm sure I'll be thanking you over and over and over again!)


You can read more about the RANDOM TEN program here. I am fiercely proud and stunned and excited to be included in this new initiative. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to chant my mantra.

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED.

Thank you for letting me share my good news! Perseverance and hard work really does pay off in the end! 

I am Seabiscuit.

A Slice of French Life: The Vérants in Valon, Aveyron

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When my good friend, Trupty, invited Jean-Luc and I to her boyfriend's gîte in the Aveyron region of France, saying no to a pre-Christmas celebration with my best friends in France wasn't an option. Plans were made. The date was set. 

We had all the ingredients for the makings of a wonderful memory:

Four couples. (Add one Englishman, three Frenchmen, two Canadian girls, and two crazy Americans). Place in one holiday house deep in the French countryside, stir in some wine, champagne, good food, lively conversation, and, of course, a Secret Santa gift exchange. 

Simmer to a boil, and enjoy!
 
The kids opted to stay home, so we'd arranged sleepovers for them. (I also told my neighbors to keep an eye on our house just in case the 16-yr-old took advantage of our departure to throw a party). We were a bit nervous, but we left. On the three-hour drive from Toulouse to Valon on Saturday morning, Jean-Luc informed me we were headed to la France profonde— deep France.

"Les blaireaux?" I asked, which literally means badgers, but in slang means hillbillies or rednecks.

"No, and that's a really derogatory term," said Jean-Luc. "I wish the kids didn't teach you that word."

But they did.In fact, they call me a blaireau when I act like a tourist, taking pictures. And they've also taught me worse expressions. Sssh! Don't tell their dad!

Shopping centers soon disappeared and the flat highway transformed into twisty roads, the misty landscape dotted with fuzzy sheep and even fuzzier cows that, in the hazy sun, looked like lions. We went over rivers and through the woods, traversing deep rolling valleys, mountainous peaks, and pretty little villages with stone bridges decked out for the holiday season.
We were headed to the heart and soul of the French countryside.

Aveyron can lay claim to ten of the most beautiful villages in France, breathtaking landscapes, châteaus and medieval villages, and, of course, Roquefort cheese and Laguiole knives. I couldn't wait to get to the gîte so we could get out of the car and explore.




Finally, we saw the sign for Valon. We'd arrived. My heart skipped a few beats. The gîte was a 19th-century renovated stone cottage nestled in the lush Truyère valley with a view of a 12th century chateau and the river below.

It was a dream come true.

After dropping our bags off in our room, we joined our friends for lunch, a crackling fire warming our bodies, a homemade soup warming our bellies. Since the weather was more than agreeable, we took our coffee outside.

Coffee with a view.
We took in nature, listening to the river, and inhaling the scents of rosemary, lavender, and sage.


The Toulouse Les Chicks (left to right); me, Oksana, Monique, and Trupty.

Our men (left to right): Jean-Luc, Chris, JC (standing), and Phillippe.

Photos were taken, laughs were exchanged, then, it was time to explore our little slice of provincial paradise.


We walked the village streets,

slowly sashaying by beautiful private homes,
and met, Rita, one of the friendly locals.



Château de Valon, the centerpiece of Valon, at Dusk.
Before the sun set, we headed back to the gîte, where, over a vin chaud, or warm mulled wine, everybody pitched in to prepare dinner, including the men.
 
Dinner- a raclette- was a community event!
Champagne and lively conversations!

The evening ended with the exchange of our secret Santa presents, though, we all knew the most special gift was the bond of friendship we had established three short years ago — the kind of true friendships we are so very, very lucky to have, the kind of friendships we are truly thankful for.

True friendships are a gift. That night, we went to our rooms with the spirit of Christmas beating in our hearts.


Before leaving for Toulouse the following morning, we ate a light breakfast and went on an hour-long hike.
Walking in nature, we took in magnificent views,
talked about the honey sweetness of life,
discovered the beautiful and unexpected,
and I left Valon feeling more than content!


For more on things to do and see in Aveyron, click here.


If you'd like to stay at Chris's gite and experience the magic of staying in a medieval village surrounded by natural beauty in the heart of rural France, you can book your spot at the following sites.

AirBnB (chambre d'hôte)

AirBnB (gîte)

Everything Valon 

Abritel

Chris is working on his next project, renovating another property he owns in Valon. His beautiful gîte is for sale! So, if you've ever dreamed of owning a gîte in France, or know somebody who may be interested, do share this link.

Green Acres

I hope your holiday season is full of love and friendship!

Gros bisous from France.
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