Bienvenue en Bordeaux

My seatmate is tall, handsome, and quite gay. He’s dressed in a pink t-shirt and tells me right away about his partner, who god bless him, is a florist. My companion is delightful, I want to derail his trip — he’s headed to a business retreat in a nearby chateau — and have him tag …
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Vive la France

I first went to France — to Paris — when I was 19. Maybe 20. I remember eating omelet sandwiches while sitting on cast iron park benches. I remember seeing the pointillist painters and going up to look the gargoyles in the eye at Notre Dame Cathedral. I had a mean English boyfriend with blue …
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Who Says

Here’s the thing: I really like this catchy tune and it sounds swell on the uke. And last weekend I was at a big conference and I did not get to have the uke jam I was hoping for, though I did get to play Stephanie’s uke and Johnny’s uke and on the bus, Spud …
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The Madagascar Journals

I don’t post link roundups anymore, I use Facebook for sharing and I rarely hand over what is, to me, prime real estate, for other people’s stories. I am, as you know, a terrible snob about what people call “content.” I actually hate the word “content” because in my mind it equates with “filler” and …
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Rock Stars or Circus Freaks

My friend Peter Carey, who you may remember from such adventures as We Went On a Road Trip Even Though We Met Like Two Weeks Ago or Uh-Oh, You Smashed the RV shot a bunch of pictures for my band, The Castaways. We play ukulele music, it’s not what you think, and damn, we look …
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