“I have to tell you something,” Andrew confessed to me the other night. It had been an eternity since I’d had that horrible heart-skipping sensation, anticipating horrible news. He went on to explain that he had locked himself in the bathroom the prior day and bawled like a child. And then we talked about why. 

The eBook version of Paris, My Sweet is on special for the rest of April. Because, April in Paris. Scoop up a copy at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google or Kobo - and don’t forget Brooklyn In Love while you’re at it!

But he’s 100 years old today. He’s a Yonkers, New York native. Beat poet and publisher. Co-founder and owner of City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco. He is now a centurion. And to me, he is a rock star.

“I’m on a vision quest of sorts: What does it mean to be a woman artist in her 40s? And how can I lay it down so that’s like, something fucking awesome.”

What a journey it was. Paris. A simple life where I initially knew two people in town and was there to work— and which evolved into one of the most profound chapters of my life. It was exhilarating, challenging, rewarding, indulgent, fun, insane, frustrating and, ultimately, triumphant. It was everything.

I’m making cookies. It’s 10:21 am. On a Thursday. And not just any old cookies – Farmhouse Inn Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies. Because… I can.

One year ago, I was in Hawaii for a photo shoot, while my book Brooklyn In Love was officially launched into the world. 

Since I missed the window for any relevant forward- or backward-looking reflections, I will just share this photo because both Leon Bridges and Paris are fabulous.