
An American's European Sentimentality
I remember the first time I returned home after a five-month stint in France. I had grown very comfortable in my skin, figuratively and literally, having adopted the habit of attending to household business in nothing but panties. Breakfast was cooked in the (near) buff, emails answered with the itty-bitty-titty-committee out in full force, daily stretching completed in the exclusive company of Victoria's Secret and my yoga mat. After a few weeks of tight-lipped tolerance fro