Last night I dreamt my Niece was running wild.  She’s just three and a half, but in my dream she was brandishing a full table’s worth of shiny silver knives and forks, as if she planned on eating my eyes for dinner.  I’d had enough and went to remove the cutlery from her tiny hands before catastrophe hit.  Instead of being congratulated for stepping in, … Continue reading Messages From France (If You Think I’m Calling This French Letters You Can Just Go Home Right Now)