Although this is the second consecutive year that I‘ve decided not to make any concrete New Year’s Resolutions, I came back to France from the USA knowing that I needed to take better care of myself. I realize I do not remember much of anything about September-November of this past year; I was completely and utterly overwhelmed and knee-deep in work, trying to figure out … Continue reading 2017- A New Year.
As I write this, I am currently en route to Paris via Copenhagen, thanks to bargain SAS flights. I’ve spent the past two weeks celebrating Christmas and New Year’s back in my hometown in southeastern Wisconsin. It was a much needed, much welcomed visit and break from my life in France. I don’t come home to the United States as often as I would … Continue reading Notes on Coming Home for the Holidays
On November 8, 2016, I woke up feeling so, so happy and proud to be an American. I went to work listing to Beyoncé’s Run The World on my iPhone and sporting my “I Voted” sticker I had been specifically saving for the occasion. I did mini-Election Day lessons with my 9th and 10th graders, and collected Election-based essays from my 11th and 12th graders (as we … Continue reading I’m Still With Her.
I remember when I first fell in love with France. I was nineteen, a study abroad student fresh off the plane from Chicago, a bit naive but oh so curious, and far away from everything and everyone I knew. Upon arriving in Paris, I remember being overcome with an overwhelming feeling– being amongst new surroundings and new people, I was finally free to become my own person and … Continue reading When the Grass Isn’t Greener: Falling Out of Love with France
Dear Grandpa, I rarely say it aloud, but I’ve always been quite fond of my blue eyes. In fact, did you know that only approximately 8% of the human eyes are blue? That’s not a lot of people in the grand scheme of things, Grandpa, so we’re lucky. And Grandpa, I know you get this a lot, but your blue eyes are the brightest and most beautiful of … Continue reading A Dedication to Coach
Two weeks ago, I turned 25. I’ve been meaning to write a post commemorating my birthday, but, I’ve had writer’s block trying to come up with something; I haven’t quite managed to put anything on paper. Because, when push comes to shove, 25 is just the year after 24, and right now, I am living a life that I really, truly love. When I look back on my … Continue reading 25- A Tribute to Grandpa
“Gymnastics tells you, ‘No’ all day long. It mocks you over, and over again, telling you, ‘You’re an idiot’– that you’re crazy. [ ]. If you like falling, then gymnastics is the sport for you. You get to fall on your face, your ass, your back, your knees, and your pride. (Good thing I didn’t like falling… I LOVED IT!” – Stick It A little … Continue reading 5 Things Gymnastics Taught Me (and How it Relates to France!)