Flying Solo: Literally

I don’t love flying. I won’t say I hate it, but it’s right up there with going to the dentist and eating kale. After I bought my ticket to Paris, my mind immediately went to the LONG flight from Los Angeles to Paris. How much turbulence would I have to endure and would I be…

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Midnight and Alone (not lonely) in Paris

It’s 10pm on a Tuesday night in Hollywood and I’m sitting on my couch, alone, watching Midnight in Paris. I’ve seen the movie before. Many times, actually. And, to me, it never gets old. It’s Woody Allen’s beautiful love letter to Paris. And it’s less creepy because he’s not actually IN it. I think of…

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