Regarding dating, I have discovered that I don’t really have a type.
Tag Archives: making change
Paris again
When I was 15, I went to Paris with my French class from my British school in Mexico.
I discovered french pastries and baguette. At the end of the summer, I could not do up the zipper on my jeans any better than the zipper on my suitcase.
the good first boyfriend
I always wanted my girls to have the good first boyfriend. You know, the one who paves the way, the one who sets the standard, who treats both himself and her well.
Of course we cannot choose for them even if we would like to. Damn. When they bring home the one we don’t choose, we repeat under our breath that we should be ‘open’ and find something to love in them as a show of support. (But we badly want to ground everyone until they are 30).