The first memory I have of a house is from February of 1971, when the one I lived in shook me awake at dawn.

Pétanque is an integral part of Provencal life, and became a part of my family life, too.

Growing up as a redhead wasn’t easy, but a trip to Ireland and my grandfather’s nickname for me made it easier.

He kissed me in front of the Eiffel Tower at midnight, and I knew I was in love—not with him, but with Paris.