hunting season: on finding an apartment in lyon

I shouldn't even be writing this. I have work to do. Less than two weeks ago, we packed a car-full of belongings and came to Lyon for Victor's new job at Corning: the latest development in a year where the only constant is change. Our things are now scattered around three different lodgings on two continents, …

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champagne & cheeseburgers: in which Clara enters the world

I savored this moment of tranquility before the onslaught of visitors, this moment to stare at the sleeping baby in the transparent bassinet and contemplate that she was mine. She of the long Disney lashes and big gray-blue eyes. She of the startling lungs. It all seemed as improbable as if there had been some mythical stork involved, or some benevolent fairy godmother. The events of Sunday (and very early Monday morning) felt like a dream–albeit one in which no detail was lost to me.