To recap from Part 1... I'm sitting on the stairs, taking all of this in, when I hear the door start to open. My mom was back. Remember when I said telling me was a mistake?This is why. My mom looked at me, and like most moms, realized IMMEDIATELY something was wrong. I told her... Continue Reading →
Paris: My visit as an 18 year old. Chapter 1, a teen in mourning.
Bonjour and Salutations! The awful tragedy of Notre Dame on fire allowed me to recall some of my memories of Paris during my travels. I've travelled a lot in my life, at least I think so, but Paris was the first trip without the family. It was with my school's French club, and I was... Continue Reading →