I’ve been asked that question many times. My friend and mentor Deanna wonders if I am a writer or a Chameleon. My friend Arthur and I can’t have a decent conversation without coming up with some story outline. My friend Justin calls me ‘the idea generator’ and my husband encourages me to work on one … More Where does your inspiration come from?
Left eye. Blindness, acquired. These four words, stamped on my medical records and nonchalantly tossed around by doctors and nurses never fail to tick me off. These four, plain little words don’t do me or my eye justice. And one, in particular, is used erroneously. Acquired. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary (around since 1828), to … More Blindly Outraged
I have never claimed my Frenchness as a badge of honor, but I discovered I had a secret weapon when I left Paris in 2000 to live abroad. In South Korea, everything French (the people, the language, the food and wine, the fashion…) was very popular. People found our accent ‘cute’. Our fractured English, riddled … More French Women Don’t Get Fat…& Other Myths
Queen Elizabeth II called 1992 an annus horribilis, (that’s Latin for horrible year). She added “1992 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure.” I, Evelyne Fallows, call 2020 my annus horribilis (or shitty year) and will definitely not look back at the first six months with any kind of … More Annus Horribilis
Ours was the one friendship I never expected to end so abruptly. The one friendship I thought I’d never drift away from. You were the one friend I could not imagine being out of my life. Our friendship made me grow, laugh, travel and dream. The kind of friendship one can leave where it is … More Requiem for a Lost Friendship