So I sent a Paris Letter to my great aunt. She was in a nursing home and I thought she could use some fun mail. She read the letter, turned to my cousin and said, “Nice letter. I wonder what’s really going on.”
Then my grandma sent me a letter and wrote that it seems I’ve been doing “just okay.” Hmmm. I wonder where she got that idea.
I’ve been rather silent regarding my new fancy life in Canada. It’s a big deal to make a big move. Since autumn I have swung like a pendulum between grief and relief. Grief over the friends and beauty of Paris I left behind, and relief at not having to put up with Paris ridiculousness. I never really talk about the dark side of living in Paris because I don’t want to crack the shiny veneer of your sunlit Parisian fantasies.
Paris: It requires a lot of pushing.
And I’m not just talking about the shopping baskets shoved in your behind by les vieilles at Fran Prix.
My aunt passed away this month and took all her great stories with her. I thought to honor her I would finally write letters about what is really going on in my life these days. Voila:
A handful of these letters will likely end up in the sequel to the book Paris Letters. I say likely because I’m still figuring that out too. It’s odd to write a memoir during the living of the actual memoir. I’ve lived about half the sequel already but am at the beginning of writing it, which means I’m kind of living in the future right now. Plus, I don’t have a clear idea of the ending. I guess we’ll find out together one letter at a time.
To subscribe, visit my shop. I’ll send out your first letter right away. This month is a story about lilac season. I went to the local lilac festival last week. I imagined it to be big bouquets of lilacs for sale, the smell wafting down the street. In reality there were a lot of junky jewelry booths and plenty of brochures to deny. Nary a lilac in sight.
In other news, the ebook version of Paris Letters is still cheap as chips until June 8th, part of the Summer Travel series over at Barnes & Noble. But Amazon price-matched so really you can get it wherevs.
Is wherevs one of those words that show my age? Meh. Whatevs.
Get ’em here:
June’s Paris Letter is out the door. Theme: Bookstores.
June’s Travel Letter is heading out the door. Theme: Mozart in Vienna.
In review, you can get these painted letter subscriptions over at the shop:
1. Café Letters
2. Paris Letters
3. Travel Letters
You can also find a bunch of downloadable stationery to make your own letters. And photos and such. This is my Curating Year so I keep adding to the shop every week.
I love calling this my Curating Year.
It’s self-nurturing somehow. Have you ever had a Curating Year?