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Joe, my husband, dictates a lot of the morning stuff. He's better at mornings. The first thing that happens is he gets out of bed and opens the shutters, and all of a sudden, there's light in the room. Then we get started. The first thing I do is decide which time zone I'm going to work in. I either work on France time, New York time, or across both. If I am working New York time, I don't start until three, so in the summer, I will go to the beach in the morning and read a book or pursue hobbies, like writing or making money outside of publicity.
France is becoming an opportunity for me to become a writer again. I never imagined leaving New York or living any other type of way. He does all of our cooking. For many years I used to just eat one meal a day — I would go out for dinner. And now I eat all three meals. I get to hang out with my husband and enjoy nature. It's a reprieve for me. In New York, I go out every night. If I'm already drinking, I might as well have real fun.
My dad was vehement that we all read before we entered kindergarten. We weren't allowed to go to bed until you finished a book out loud. My grandma told me this sort of disturbing story about me sobbing because I didn't want to read a book, and my dad having no sympathy because my brother was very smart and took to reading naturally.
And I remember the only game I was allowed to play was Hooked on Phonics. He was really pushy about it. Then once I got over the hump, he was right. I was obsessed. We grew up without a television. My dad would rent us a TV for the Olympics. He's very patriotic.
