If you didn’t know, I’m on Twitter: @ashleyhopeperez. I’ve discovered that–for better or worse–Twitter lends itself to micro-confessions. I’m a bit of a confession junkie (for example, I MIGHT make a weekly stop to postsecret.com to see the latest … Read more
Why “Authors for Henryville”? Read on:
On March 2nd, tornados ripped through Southern Indiana, killing 14 people and devastating several communities. Among the towns that were practically erased from the map was the small community of Henryville. Its elementary, middle, … Read more
A lot of people make jokes about how, when you get old, it’s no longer fun to blow out the candles on your birthday cake. But not me. I don’t care if lighting all those candles threatens to turn the … Read more
I have two complaints to file today. These have been simmering–no, festering–for weeks, and it’s time I said something.
(1) Reading on my iPad is NOT, NOT, NOT the f***ing same. Don’t get me wrong, as a writer and PhD … Read more
To ring in 2012, I offer you this scene: a Paris Metro car full of people on their way home, their facial expressions ranging from impatient to bored. In the middle of us all, a woman with her amplifier strapped … Read more
So far it appears absolutely impossible to go wrong with any recipe by David Lebovitz. But especially when it comes to chocolate, he is an evil genius! What I love best about this chocolate tart recipe is that it … Read more
For Christmas, Arnie and I bought each other a grown-up* dinner at Les Papilles, a well-established French bistro with a reputation for its excellent market-driven menu and wide selection of wines. And I discovered my new favorite way to have … Read more
In Paris, there’s a bakery on every corner offering buttery croissants, but residents are still slim enough to fit into elevators the size of coffins. What do the French know? This is the third of several posts on food and … Read more
I like to think of myself as a sensible person. In practice, though, I seem to be guilty of thoughtlessness far more often than I’d like to admit. And sometimes it burns.
Literally.
A couple of weeks ago, after teaching … Read more
There are some books that just have to find you at the right moment to be loved. The Sweet Life in Paris is like that, a bit. But I’m pretty sure I would have felt like author David Lebovitz–with his … Read more
