Remembering the Future

When I took the metro for the first time, 25 years ago, I was giddy with excitement. Everything was romantic. This very special Parisian metro smell, the way the trains came rattling into the station, and then the names of the stations! My phantasy went spinning:...
A better Word than “Sorry”

A better Word than “Sorry”

  Recently I had an appointment in a yet unknown place and was circling around to find a parking space. As I found one and was preparing to get in, a man started to gesticulate, to yell, to roll his eyes and make angry faces, and to signal in every possible...
How to get out of this everyday Trap

How to get out of this everyday Trap

  When I was working in opera, I shared my dressing room with a charming and pretty colleague, who, night after night, would slap on her stage make-up, shrug into her costume, do a scale or two, cast a glance in the mirror and declare to her reflection: “Ca ira...