As a corrective to that soupcon (sorry, cedille) of Baudelaire's "Mon Coeur Mis a (sorry, accent grave) Nu", may I recommend a ride on the back of a motorcycle? Keep up the good writing.--ClarkAArdvark@gmail.com
Sep 24, 2023Liked by Alicia Kenworthy, Terry Freedman
Saw a presentation of one of her books in Rome and have heard of her, but I never actually did read her - your enthusiasm will help me getting more curious !
Being a French man I had fun and pleasure reading you... Now. I live in Rome in front of the Isola Tiberina (not really the wood I would say?) and took the Italian citizenship.
I feel much more elegant and more intelligent since then.
Lovely! Youth is wasted without dances in blind alleys. It's no wonder that come middle age, we wrestle with pragmatism the way Jacob wrestled with his angel.
Sep 15, 2023Liked by Alicia Kenworthy, Terry Freedman
I lived once upon a time à Paris... I know too well l'amour en français of which you speak chère Alicia, and it's even more rich, intoxicating, and painful when you live it in Paris. He took me to his parents' house in the South of France, I took him to see my grandparents in Central Europe... he followed me back to the US and I... well let's just say some stories were never meant for pixels in a comment field...
Sep 15, 2023Liked by Alicia Kenworthy, Terry Freedman
All this heartache is simply training for the main event. As you mentioned, when you find the person you align with on the BIG ideas -- like religion, money, and kids -- the rest quickly falls in place.
Sep 14, 2023Liked by Alicia Kenworthy, Terry Freedman
I call Alicia "the voice" and wait for every post by her, especially the dating history--and she's an expert on underwear and poetry -- gotta love her.
"He struggled with his career and keeping his phone charged": one of several examples of bathos that makes this article so warm because of the gentle humour.
As a corrective to that soupcon (sorry, cedille) of Baudelaire's "Mon Coeur Mis a (sorry, accent grave) Nu", may I recommend a ride on the back of a motorcycle? Keep up the good writing.--ClarkAArdvark@gmail.com
Saw a presentation of one of her books in Rome and have heard of her, but I never actually did read her - your enthusiasm will help me getting more curious !
Being a French man I had fun and pleasure reading you... Now. I live in Rome in front of the Isola Tiberina (not really the wood I would say?) and took the Italian citizenship.
I feel much more elegant and more intelligent since then.
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Lovely! Youth is wasted without dances in blind alleys. It's no wonder that come middle age, we wrestle with pragmatism the way Jacob wrestled with his angel.
I lived once upon a time à Paris... I know too well l'amour en français of which you speak chère Alicia, and it's even more rich, intoxicating, and painful when you live it in Paris. He took me to his parents' house in the South of France, I took him to see my grandparents in Central Europe... he followed me back to the US and I... well let's just say some stories were never meant for pixels in a comment field...
All this heartache is simply training for the main event. As you mentioned, when you find the person you align with on the BIG ideas -- like religion, money, and kids -- the rest quickly falls in place.
I call Alicia "the voice" and wait for every post by her, especially the dating history--and she's an expert on underwear and poetry -- gotta love her.
"He struggled with his career and keeping his phone charged": one of several examples of bathos that makes this article so warm because of the gentle humour.
As I said to you in an email, Alicia, this feels to me like the literary equivalent to listening to Parissienne Walkways https://youtu.be/vkUpfw4Hf3w?si=wJQLtUHo-noHVIAV
This is a warm breeze on a cool day. Thank you!