It always bothered me tremendously that Camille Claudel did not have her own proper museum. Finally that has changed with the opening of the Camille Claudel Musée in Nogent Sur Seine or hasn’t it? The brand new Camille Claudel museum left me somewhat disturbed and disappointed when I was looking forward to being delighted! Why? …
I reluctantly decided to start seeing some of my wonderful patients again last Friday. Obviously, I am a therapist who is hurting, and will be in grief over the death of my son for unlimited time. When does a surgeon go back to the operating room, or when does a teacher go back to teaching …
Paris is not just for lovers, but surprisingly Paris is for the heartbroken and grief stricken too. I don’t have any illusions that the city’s tourist bureau wants to take up my title, nor adopt me as a veritable poster child to spin Paris as a haven to come to forget your woes, sooth your …
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I wrote this before my son died, so it’s just being published now. The trees are still bare, and the skies just as cloudy, only less cold, thank goodness. I am not a chineuse, or bargain hunter who frequents flea markets or yard sales for stuff. It is just not my thing to accumulate bric …
How to pick up the pieces of your life, becomes more or less unchartered territory, especially after a sudden unexpected death, like that of a child. Those in acute grief are not running to their local bookstore grabbing volumes off the shelves as guidebooks. I am just trying to get through the day doing …
There can never be any preparation for this painful journey of tears as a mother with a pierced heart must walk. Once we are blessed with bringing forth a beautiful child into this world, our greatest fear is to lose them. Millions of mothers throughout the ages have been stabbed with the most painful sword …
My heart is shredded in pain and grief and with the deepest of sorrow as I learned Sunday of the unexpected death of my beloved son André Alexandre Grosz. I am making funeral arrangements and travel to the states, so I will be away for at least two weeks. Please keep me in your thoughts …
This massive rectangle of red and blue tubes, steel pipes and marine looking white air vents of the Pompidou Center now occupies a very privileged spot in Paris. I have gotten use to it , though it still looks totally out of place and reminds me of a little boy’s tinker toy and erector set …
Just when I have savoured the very last crumb of those buttery galettes that I love, I start thinking about the Saint Mary Magdalene inspired navettes and crepes to celebrate the Festival of Lights on February 2nd, called Chandeleur. The name comes from the word in French for candlelight; aux chandelles. The majority of the …
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January has had the most bone chilling bitter cold that I can remember since living in Paris. With a knee injury, I have not been sailing around this gorgeous city like I am use to. Having already missed an important march Saturday, I was determined to get up to Montmartre for the scallop festival and …
Sainte Geneviève is revered here in Paris and with good reason! She single-handedly saved Paris from invasion, destruction, sickness and famine through her courage, her peaceful leadership, her diplomacy, and her faith. For all that she did for the city of Paris to survive, she certainly merits having that title! I first discovered …
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You can see all sorts of crazy things in Paris. Mostly it is bizarre looking humans , not sheep grazing in front of our beautiful Parisian monuments or landscapes. One reason makes perfect sense to me, the other is a superb example of how the French call attention to their many grievances . I have …
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