call the sage-femme: notes from the life of a pregnant expat

You wouldn’t notice if you’re not looking for it. It’s just a lively, sunny street like any other in Nice. A few blocks from the beach. There are busy cafés, antique shops, little kitschy stores full of ancient-looking sewing materials or dusty Lebanese groceries. If you are looking, you’ll notice that this is a street full of pregnant women. You see them walking with friends or alone. … Continue reading call the sage-femme: notes from the life of a pregnant expat

kicking it in cannes

I will be living and working in Cannes, France, home of the eponymous film festival, through next spring. My new city feels classic “South of France” with its brightly-painted houses, palm trees, and abundance of signs advertising moules frites. Yet, considering its element of celebrity, Lonely Planet questions if it still has a soul. Posters and paintings of movie stars from Marilyn Monroe to Brad Pitt stretch … Continue reading kicking it in cannes