Life Abroad

Here I was, in the throes of labor and in comes the doctor, wearing . . . no, not scrubs, not a white coat, but . . . .

Just one micro-second of inattention and you’re in trouble. One moment of not thinking and you manage to get yourself in a problem situation. Okay, that’s saying the same thing…

You think the French drip good taste, elegance, and sophistication? Here is some funky French stuff that may leave you gobsmacked.

It wasn’t polite of me to not fess up to a bad deed while vacationing in Italy. For years now I’ve been living with a tiny shred of guilt.

Cooking disasters, anyone? I was once faced with a culinary fiasco of mystifying proportions while living in an African village.