The scales, the number and me.

Today I threw out my scales. Actually, I put them in the garage; more on that later. At any rate they are hereby banished.     As a kid there were always scales in our bathroom. Slid away somewhere but easy to get to. I don’t remember when I first became...

What I know at 38

  I turned 38 on Monday. On learning it was my birthday several people asked me if it was a “big one”. I’m assuming they weren’t guessing I was turning 30. Hmmmm.   The last years of a decade are weird. It’s not an elegant way to describe it, I know, but...

Come with me to Brittany…

  I recently received this lovely note from a reader, Sandi, regarding A French Wedding: ‘Wonderful book. My husband was from Brittany and we enjoyed Douarnenez every summer. His Aunt’s seafood platter and Kouign-Amann was amazing. Thank you for bringing back...