Seven years ago, we traveled to France to pick up our eldest daughter upon the completion of her semester abroad.  We had never been to France before, and the fact that our daughter is bilingual and was able to act as interpreter greatly enhanced our time abroad.  

Our trip involved an inspiring time on the beaches of Normandy, a day trip to Mont Saint Michel, a visit to the famous tapestry in Bayeux.  Culminating in Paris, we spent the last four days traipsing around our daughter’s favorite haunts, bars, museums.  And even though I was not actively producing any works of fiction at that time, I fulfilled the quintessential writer’s cliche when I found myself alone in a Paris cafe sipping espresso while jotting down thoughts and impressions in my travel journal.

So in this “Time of COVID,” I am thinking of Paris today and looking forward to a time when #WheresRebekahWriting will be more than a virtual hashtag.