Tara Kaprowy

On a recent sunny Wednesday afternoon, Dr. Jean-Maurice Pagé’s home is packed with boxes. In between them roams Zelda, who is more princess than pug. On the dining room credenza sits a coffee mug featuring a Canadian flag. But mostly, the pretty place that has been home for the past 24 years has become a staging ground for an upcoming move to Columbus, Ohio, marking the end of Dr. Pagé’s enviable and groundbreaking career in London. “I’d do it all over again,” he said.

The other day, I was leaning over my Mead composition notebook brainstorming topics for my column. Usually, this means reflecting on the past week and wondering if I noted anything interesting that might be interesting to you. Sugar snap pea season? Great summer slaw recipe? Chipmunk hunting starring Tilly and Hugo? This Nars blush shade called “Orgasm” that apparently everyone has heard of for years except for me?

Listen, reading about other people's dreams can be the most tedious form of torture and, yet, I just have to tell someone this because, honestly, this keeps happening. So I'm dreaming I'm on the school bus sitting beside my childhood friends Jodie and Stephanie. Sitting in front of us is my all-time hardest high school crush, whom I'll call Todd. Wait, can you have a crush on a guy named Todd? Probably not possible. Aaron? Nah. Sheldon? Nope. Let's call him Jason. And let's throw in a last name: French.