I met Vicki Lesage through the Tall Poppies – a wonderful group of women authors who support one another. I just finished reading Vicki’s memoir CONFESSIONS OF A PARIS PARTY GIRL and I loved it! It’s the story of her decision to move to Paris, complete with hilarious foibles, kick ass friends, and happy every after. I had to keep reminding myself that all the ridiculous things really happened to her! She describes a fondue restaurant that serves wine in baby bottles that I hope to someday visit! I loved sharing every moment with her and can’t wait to read the rest of the series.
Vicki Lesage is the author of the Paris Confessions series, a collection of memoirs that offers a humorous look into an American’s crazy life in France.
I love any story that makes me feel like I’m in Paris! Next up – Vicki’s Deb Interview:
What’s your secret or not-so-secret superpower? I can sleep-work. People always ask how I can work full-time, run an indie pub house, write, raise two young kids, and still have time for wine. They ask, “Do you ever sleep? Are you a vampire?” I won’t tell you whether or not I’m a vampire but I will admit I work in my sleep. In fact, the story I wrote for Legacy: An Anthology came to me in a dream. How cliché is that? In high school I used to study for calculus tests in my sleep. I pretty much never take a break. Until the wine is open, that is. DB: Please teach me how to do this!
If you were a drink (preferably alcoholic), what would you be and why? I would be a Spritz, an Italian drink of Prosecco and orange liqueur. Sweet, sassy, and bubbly. My Italian roots are evident in my wild hand gestures as I tell story after story on a night out on the town. You may not have heard of me, but once you try me, you’ll love me. Or at least (hopefully) really, really like me. Check out the recipe below!
When you were a teenager, what did you think you’d be when you grew up? A special agent with the FBI. I’m a great shot and have an analytical, nerdy mind that loves solving puzzles. Turns out I also like wine, which makes me spill all sorts of secrets, so I’m much better suited to writing the Paris Confessions series than hunting down bad guys!
Have you ever tried writing in a different genre? How did that turn out? I normally write about my life and my family. My memoirs are all about my life in Paris, and my published articles usually focus on what it’s like raising two French kids who do not behave as well as I thought French kids would. So when I set out to write a fictional short story for Legacy, I was scared. I ended up writing about three German kids who escaped certain death in World War II. Pretty much the exact opposite of what I normally write. I’m happy with the result and was thrilled at the challenge.
Do you have any phobias? Umbrellas. I’d rather get drenched in the rain than be stabbed in the eye socket by an errant death spike. Living in the rainy city of Paris, I face certain death nearly every day at the hands of little old ladies who have no idea of the power of the lethal weapon they’re carrying. It’s a battlefield out here!
DB: This delicious beverage is pictured with Vicki below!
3 oz. Prosecco
2 oz. Aperol orange liqueur
1 oz. soda water
orange slice for garnish
1. Fill a large wine glass 1/3 full with ice.
2. Pour in Prosecco, then Aperol, then soda water.
3. Garnish with an orange, and wave your hands around as you recount your latest embarrassing story to your drinking companions. For more stories paired with recipes, check out Confessions & Cocktails. It’s free if you join Vicki’s mailing list.
I know I can’t wait to make this drink! Thanks for stopping by The Ball, Vicki.
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Amazon best-selling author Vicki Lesage proves daily that raising two French kids isn’t as easy as the hype lets on. In her three minutes of spare time per week, she writes, sips bubbly, and prepares for the impending zombie apocalypse. She lives in Paris with her French husband, rambunctious son, and charming daughter, all of whom mercifully don’t laugh when she says “au revoir.” She penned Confessions of a Paris Party Girl, Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer, and Petite Confessions in between diaper changes and wine refills. She writes about the ups and downs of life in the City of Light at her website. You can find more of Vicki on Facebook and Twitter.