Blog, Essays

On turning 14,609 days old

“Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.” — Carl G. Jung I lied about my age many times, sometimes purposefully but other times unintentionally. Up until last year, when people asked me how old I was, I often froze. It wasn’t an answer that came naturally to me.… Continue reading On turning 14,609 days old


Lilia in Lille

As I was watching her eat, I suddenly realized that my baby was no longer a baby. She now speaks, in fact, repeats new words and phrases over and over again, loudly and with attitude. Last month she learned “laisse moi tranquille.” She doesn’t sing it like Serge Gainsbourg: “laissez moi.. laisszez moi, tranquille, laissez moi”. Instead, using… Continue reading Lilia in Lille