Posts tagged parisian problems

The last 24 hours have been utterly shit. I got stood up, I discovered I have to work an extra 30 hours a week for …

I sat down to write my New Year’s Resolutions today, and I had every intention of producing a list of my future goals. Of the …

Simple enough French. I’m always in search of the next adventure, right? Wrong. Apparently, this little phrase, which I’ve had on my dating profile for …

Well I was bored of being boring. And boring, yesterday was not. In the name of my new project of taking on challenges, the guy …

My fake name is Cindy. I apologise if that’s actually your name, but I’m not a fan. I didn’t have much choice in the matter. …

  Yesterday, I took my little baby, who, up until now, I have guarded from everyone but Joyce Carol Oates and my mother, and dumped …

When I’m not writing for self-indulgence, or for chasing lofty goals, I write for money. So far, the people giving me l’argent have asked me …