I always wondered if I’d missed my calling. From childhood, I excelled at writing, literature, poetry, reading, languages, public speaking, books. I also played piano, but not too seriously. Then, the week we had to declare a major the summer before starting college, I was flying high after doing a solo senior piano recital and I signed up to be a music major. The program was good, so I stuck with it, taking extra foreign language classes just for fun, enjoying writing music history research papers.
For years, I wondered if my husband Sam were a spy.
You know, like in those movies where a spy has to marry a regular person to help build their cover story. True Lies, for example. Sam did many things right, such as proposing, marrying me, fathering our children, and bringing home some bacon, but he was often distracted, preoccupied, and moody. He stayed out of the house a lot, at church events or playing ping pong. LIke a spy.
It’s bound to happen. Some conservative Christians are going to find out that someone they love is gay.
(By the way, I can’t answer the world’s tough questions on my little travel and lifestyle blog. All I can do is ask my readers to consider their own viewpoint and think about how you will react when your loved one wants to discuss this hot topic with you.)
Pictured: Paris Mom of Preschoolers on the town with dashing French tour guide and a few grandmothers
When we moved to Paris last year and joined a new church, I knew I needed to get involved. I’m an introvert, and if I don’t join something I’ll just slink in and out on Sundays and never meet anybody. Also I wanted to help out.
In my previous post about this homeschool project, I decided not to call it a gap year, but a Ferris Bueller Year. “Gap year” sounds like you’ve dropped off the face of the earth, but “Ferris Bueller year” sounds like you shucked off society to go do something that was good for you. Kid 3 is a year too young for his grade, so we decided to take him out of school for a year between middle and high school and travel while we let him catch up. So far, so good!