And, it's off

I just emailed my manuscript off to my editor. 55,000 words on New York and Paris, macarons and cupcakes, croissants and muffins, Pierre Hermé and Ladurée, friends and family, Velibs and more Velibs, French toast and le pain perdu, ecstasy and depression, Milo and my treehouse...

I am happy, relieved, and sort of in awe that, oui, that was my life. Two sublime (though sometimes difficult and maddening) years in Paris.

Thank you ALL for your support, insights and camaraderie—you are part of the story! Thank you, merci from the bottom of my grateful heart. Let the transatlantic adventures continue! xo