Love Me Tender

Well, it’s a good thing people around the world are showing me a little love these days because the Swiss unreal estate market is offering me nothing but the cold shoulder. More on that mess of merde to come, just as soon as I can stop from pulling out my hair long enough to type […]

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Round Deux

Jaysus god alive, I got one nerve left and I’m hoping it will hold as I once more thrust myself into the fray of Swiss apartment hunting. I’m back in Vevey despite not having planned to be. Last week came and went without a word from the apartment agencies despite their promises to let us […]

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Global Warming

Finders, if you’re at all like me, when you watch the news a profound sadness comes over you as you watch the worst of humanity display it’s ugly face. War, crime, etc. Sometimes it’s enough to make a giraffe want to stick her head in a hole in the desert and pray for the end. […]

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Identity Crisis

Well, I’m back in France and it seems my days here are now officially numbered. After all the paperwork and begging and pleading and racing from Vevey to Lausanne and back again, the Swiss have decided one more giraffe in the country would do them good. Honest to god, to look at my pièces d’identité […]

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Finding Me in Fashion

Yes, LA is totally gnarly dude. And New York is, well, ask anyone from New York and they’ll tell you it’s the greatest city on earth. Maybe so but for me Paris is tough to beat. Le sigh… I know what you’re thinking: one, how in the hell did she get this gorgeous young Frenchman […]

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Swissocracy

My friends, I have very little to say on this day. I’m tapped out, spent, all creativity has been wrung out of me. I’ve been in Vevey since Sunday dealing with my old pal immigration. Somehow we managed to charm and cajole our estimated wait time for a residency permit from “anywhere from 1-3 months” […]

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Fifty Shades of Genius

When I was in St. John’s signing books at Chapters, I looked up to see a lovely and familiar face, my former college roommate. She hadn’t changed a bit. We hugged and laughed and chewed the fat for a while. Then the subject of my hair surfaced. In an awe-inspired, whispery tone she said to […]

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That Girl Gets Around

Ages ago, a splendid writer named Amy Gesenhues wrote an excellent article in an Indiana newspaper about some wacky psychiatrist who packed it all in and ran off to France. Now, all this time later, she offers me another kindness. This is Madame Amy reading the blook in front of a statue of King Louis […]

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Two Years and a Day

Well, time sure does fly when you’re having funemployment. Yesterday marked the the 2 year blogaversary of Finding Me in France. Two years! What a magnificent achievement: spending all your free time writing for free. Here’s to me! That’s me toasting myself, and who better to pat my own back I say. I also say […]

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Finding Me in New York City

What a big load of joy this picture thing has been for me. Next week I’ll tell you all about my excursion to immigration hell, but for now I’m keeping this going so I don’t actually poke my own eye out with a fork from frustration. From Bipolar Disorder expert (ah, those were the days) […]

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Finding Me in Hollywood

You know, it’s funny the people you come to meet on the web, people you would never, ever come across in your day to day life. Shortly after I started the blog (2 years ago next week, wow), just before I left Canada, I got a call from the woman who bought most of the […]

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Photo Opportunist

As a recovering psychiatrist I’m obliged to begin by saying that guilt is one of the most destructive forces on the planet. The cure is to always remember that guilt is a choice. Blah, blah, blah. I’m retired so now I think it entirely appropriate to use guilt as a mechanism to manipulate people to […]

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Keeping the Faith

Well, here it is Friday morning and I got nothing. RIEN! Unwisely, I spent last night reading, doing laundry and sighing loudly at regular intervals in a desperate (and unsuccessful) attempt to distract Rusty from the Portugal vs. Czech Republic match. I thought I’d have all kinds of pictures to post today so I wasn’t […]

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Hit Me with Your Best Shot

So last Sunday I was invited to lunch, always a special affair here in France. Picture a French farmhouse, a table under a tree with a blue tablecloth to match the clear blue sky, fine wine, roasted chicken and potatoes, beans from the garden, and of course, the requisite baguette. As is befitting a guest […]

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Back in the Saddle Again

Jaysus, what a whirlwind. I’m a victim. But, overall, my trip was a great success: residence permit is in progress, bank account was established, a business that allows Rusty to continue as my minion was registered. Yet I can’t help but feel defeated. Defeated and summarily rejected. See, for me, moving is all about the […]

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