I'm Kate. I grew up in Houston, Texas, got my Bachelor's degree in Public Relations and French at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee, and now live and write from Paris, France. I'm a traveler, runner, culture lover, and artist of sorts. My goal? Live joyfully.
A good number of French people have a hard time saying my name. I tell them my name is Kate, and they repeat “Kay-tuh,” almost a two syllable name, which sounds funny in comparison to my singular American syllable. The lady at Starbucks spells it “Kathe.” I say it to strangers as I kiss them on … More I Am a French Child
After having lunch at Diner Bedford, a cozy, American inspired diner in the Marais, I strolled back through the 3rd arrondissement towards the 1st to get to Anticafe, my favorite study spot. As I traversed the streets to make my way towards the Louvre, I passed Centre Pompidou, turned down Rue Rambuteau, and continued on … More Paris as a Living Museum
A candle flickers on the table before me, and I leisurely take another sip of my wine. I’ve been sitting in my apartment, freshly cleaned as of this morning, for a few hours now, as I think over the events of the weekend and flip through my new e.e. cummings book. I love Sundays. I always … More Being Relational in Different Cultural Contexts
The apartment smells like freshly brewed coffee. The smell infiltrates every corner of my new little apartment, seeping out of the French press I left on the counter and the cup that sits next to me on the table. Sunlight is streaming in the window, despite the floaty, thin, white curtains that hang loosely to the … More Falling in Love with Paris All Over Again
12 people died, 11 wounded, 4 seriously injured. “Did you hear about the terrorist attack in France?” “Did you hear about the explosion?” Precise or not, tidbits of information have been flying, and talk of the town is the shooting that happened at Charlie Hebdo in Paris yesterday. Headlines and graphics read “The French September 11” … More Paris: For Whom Do We Grieve?
2014 was, to date, the best year of my entire life. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve said that as the end of that year approached and the new year began. This past year I traveled to 8 different countries, countless cities within those countries and my own, and learned more about other cultures … More New Years Resolutions… And Why They’re Not Called Rules
I’m sitting in the Frankfurt airport on a 7-hour layover looking out a big window at all the Lufthansa planes. My flight got delayed 4 hours, and, being that it’s the holidays, all the others were full. So here I am sitting at a little table by myself, listening to the same announcements in German over and … More Traveling Humbles
There are a lot of things I’ve been meaning to write about for the past few weeks, but it’s been a very consistent difficulty for me to find time to write about some of the things that have been the most incredible because I get so caught up living in them that I forget to … More An Autumn Stroll
This post has been a long time coming, but it’s from my second day in Iceland, and needs to be published exactly as it was written; from me to you with love. I don’t quite have the words to explain how full of joy, pleasure, contentment, and happiness I am. I have had the most … More Over the Fjord and Through the Lava Field
There are certain things I do wrong while I’m studying abroad. I look at my pocket map while I’m walking, and have been known to stop on a dime when I realize I’m going the wrong way, subsequently causing a train wreck of pissed off Parisians to run into me. I’ve stepped on plenty of … More Your Soul is Showing..
The Transition Artist 