Category: Journey
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An expat in my own hometown.
April 22nd, 2013 This was not my plan. I had a great product I was developing in London. I was going to stay there, build the business, become wealthy and eventually a dual citizen. Somewhere around the time my U.K. Visa expired the plan started to de-rail. I came back to the States (at the…
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Stranded on a Sandbar
or I need a Holliday February 25th, 2012 Sunrise, Casa Carabeña, Tulum Mexico I haven’t been writing much. In Mexico on my first real grown-up holiday EVER, I realized that I’ve been hanging onto my sandbar. In the ocean, but not in the swim. Calculating and pondering my next route, but I hadn’t quite taken…
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Lasting Inspiration
Posted on May 9, 2011 on designerstuff.net Cotier was a famous illustrator, racking up awards in airbrush illustration early in my career. If one wanted to hire Cotier, one talked to Bonnie, the studio assistant. Cotier was a recluse. Cotier couldn’t be bothered chatting to the clients. Bonnie went to do speeches for Cotier. She met with…
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The Camellia Commitment
April 7th, 2011 · No Comments This is my Ruby Wedding Camellia It isn’t that I am a commitmentphobe, it is just that when I do commit to something, I take it seriously. I don’t know when to quit even when the situation is no longer healthy or in my best interest. So it was a surprise…
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It’s a blue, blue, blue, blue world
January 26th, 2011 Don’t let Mamma pick out paint until after the cataract surgery! Years ago, during the period in my life that became known as “my tragic exile” I briefly returned to my hometown to live. My Mother’s response to any crisis in my life was always to tell me “Just come home and…
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Just another American cheerleader
November 17th, 2010 Yeah, I had the pep and I had the steam! I was watching yet another video about job searching, this one on the elevator pitch. The woman with the bad bleach job was explaining how it is done. “You don’t want to sound like some American cheerleader.” She said derisively. Great. I…
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A red exclamation point!
July 28th, 2010 ©2010 Michelle French There it was. A big red exclamation point. An email from my sister on a Sunday morning. I had gotten up, checked email, made coffee and then went back to the comfort of my bed to watch BBC News. I had hoped it would lull me back to sleep.…
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Friends with insurance
March 22nd, 2010 Today, I blocked the feed from a few of my Facebook “friends.” When I first got my Facebook account, I would send a message to anyone from my hometown that wished to “friend” me that I did not wish to be insulting, but my friends are artists, designers, professors, politicians and theologians—all…
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The Master of Facebook
February 4th, 2010 When one of your teachers looks at you and says “I would not want to be doing this course at our age,” you do wonder about yourself. The course was brutal for someone who hadn’t been in college since before most of my classmates were born. But I made it. I was dissuaded from tackling the…
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Sparkie on the Tube
May 25th, 2009 Not only is Sparkie a world traveller now, she navigates the London Underground and National Rail like any other jaded Londoner. Walking onto the train, it is obvious which people like dogs and which do not—an instant divide.