I just returned from France, where I left my daughter to live with friends for the next few months. I was sorely tempted to "lose" my passport and stay with her, but my younger children need me- and besides, my daughter could use a few weeks without her mom (or, "Smother," as she lovingly tells it) there to micromanage her every move. She is about to head to college, after all.
I spent much of my return flight home working on a few magazine pieces, and I made great progress until I landed in Philadelphia. By the time I was ready to clear customs in Philly, something wasn't quite right. My sense of smell was heightened, my stomach was making increasingly loud rumblings, and I had a terrible feeling that I was getting sick. My daughter had contracted "La Grippe" in Paris, and spent her last two days with me in a state of exhaustion from losing her lunch (and breakfast and every bite of pain au chocolat ) in every way conceivable. This happened just after I was feeling nostalgic for her babyhood, feelings promptly squelched after I cleaned up after her for the sixth time.
After a humiliating trek from Philly to Seattle (where I may have filled more than one airsick bag), I was pleased to come home to a new article over at Writer's Digest. Please have a look - if you love to travel and want some tips on preserving the memories - you'll appreciate the article.
As always, happy reading!
I spent much of my return flight home working on a few magazine pieces, and I made great progress until I landed in Philadelphia. By the time I was ready to clear customs in Philly, something wasn't quite right. My sense of smell was heightened, my stomach was making increasingly loud rumblings, and I had a terrible feeling that I was getting sick. My daughter had contracted "La Grippe" in Paris, and spent her last two days with me in a state of exhaustion from losing her lunch (and breakfast and every bite of pain au chocolat ) in every way conceivable. This happened just after I was feeling nostalgic for her babyhood, feelings promptly squelched after I cleaned up after her for the sixth time.
After a humiliating trek from Philly to Seattle (where I may have filled more than one airsick bag), I was pleased to come home to a new article over at Writer's Digest. Please have a look - if you love to travel and want some tips on preserving the memories - you'll appreciate the article.
As always, happy reading!
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