I feel like the American Girl in Paris, A little frightened, A little indignant, A bit confident, very self-conscious, flattered and very, very turned on.

It's about the shallow nature of flattery and flirtation
the deep satisfaction of having my son back at home and knowing I am a good mother.
It's about fixing up the house,
tilling the garden,
cleaning the laundry room
It's about standing my ground
It comes from functioning outside of my head even only for moments at a time.

I'm working on a project - summer camp for adults. I want to make it a retreat/spa for the frustrated right brain grown up. We'll spoil ourselves with yoga, dance, painting, cooking, massage, pedicure and rock band. We'll have centers and wine and cheese and music and freedom to play, we'll ride our bikes and be free!

This is where I am

An American Girl in Paris.