Lorraine Evanoff -- Louise Moscow: I am a REAL FAN of BOTH of you!!
Your posts reflect high culture and spirit in the resistance, and your literary work is an immersion in historic French culture and beauty with the intrigue of organized crime and hard to find clues.
Your crowns fell off their stumps(preps)but in your case, you needn’t be picky. My ex is a retired dentist and my teeth have been historically not so good. That’s the only reason I know that stupid bit of jetsam. Anyway, bless your heart Lorraine. I know that business must be raining on your parade a bit. Guess you’d better back off the teeth clenching for a while ‘cause as we age………..(you fill in the blank).
Ah yes, I was afraid to just say my crowns fell out without clarifying it wa related to my teeth LOL. Thank you for the clarification. This is why I love the comments, SPW!!💗
Damn girl again and again we have lived parallel lives!!
Was in late high school before I ever had even a small cavity. Other than having wisdom teeth surgically removed, my dental life has been great! Then 2 bottom from were broken while pregnant from eating croutons. Still not awful. Having RA has once again done wonders to my life & my teeth! I have a mouth guard because jaw flares have caused my bite to be wonky. Guess who not only cracked but BROKE a mouth guard that is not supposed to break?!?! Moi of course. The second one is now cracked but still in one piece. My jaw pops LOUDLY if I have to chew something hard.
At least I’m entertaining, yes?!?
As of now I have 2 crowns & in the back & two in front from the preggers teeth debacle!
SO Darlin, people need to watch out around us as we can bite through STONE BABY!!
Have been MIA a while again and not sure for how long this time. If nothing else my life is somewhat “entertaining!!!
What an ordeal. We don’t appreciate until this kind of thing happens. How frustrating. My wonderful mom lost all her upper teeth at 30! Mainly because she had 6 kids by then so that ties to your experience maybe? Take care, sis. Sending love and hugs 🥰
Sending you anything of mine you need in the moment... I've had temp crown issues since December. Quite a surprise for me as well. Loved your word and the perfection of it. You are so brave and uber capable!
An 89 year old friend is also trying to save many teeth. My saga is just about one and the next stage will be this Thursday. But I've seen 5 dentists these past few months. Quite an education about the field of dentistry.
Love this for several different reasons. I've also been in your passenger seat as we drove around LA, and honestly, you drive like I drive, and like many of us from our neck of the woods drive.
And, just to add for grins (sorry no dental pun intended)... more ommmm, less arrgh, the challenge every day!
Reading your story felt like tracing the deep grooves life has carved in both our paths — each turn of the wheel, each pressure of the jaw, a testament to endurance not easily visible on the surface.
Like you, I have driven through places that tested every fiber of my being — around the Arc de Triomphe, through Hyde Park Corner, over the passes of the Alps and the Rockies, in the fierce grip of snow and ice, the relentless tap of sleet and rain on the windshield. And yet, in all that gritting of teeth and clutching of the wheel, I never truly compared the grit it took to the toll it extracted from within.
I didn’t just lose enamel; I lost parts of myself, too. Each trauma I uncovered, each truth I dared to give voice to, seemed to cost me a tooth. Silence can grind harder than any icy road — and keeping my mouth shut, bearing the unbearable without speaking, has worn me down more than any storm.
Your words about anger ring especially true. They remind me that healing isn’t tidy or linear — it’s raw, it’s jagged, it sometimes feels like learning to chew with front teeth when the back ones can no longer bear the pressure. But you’re right: recognizing the arc, managing the landing, is a victory. A quiet, fierce kind of victory.
Thank you for sharing your story with such authenticity. It’s a reminder that resilience isn’t about being untouched by the storms — it’s about learning, even with cracked crowns and battered hearts, to smile at the wind and keep driving forward.
May you feel the ground firm under your feet at the May Day protests — and in every moment you stand for what matters.
Hi, Lorraine! FIrst thing I wanted to ask was if you clench your teeth while sleeping....but then you described yourself as a teeth-clencher from early on, using on the road experiences to underline this. It's easy to assume that wasn't the only situations that had you fired up! Your various postings for months show you all over the place, travelling, being on the run, partying, playing sand volleyball, enjoying the hell out of life! Not to mention keeping a night-eye on Floofles & Co.! Good for you! And now you're in the Bahamas, a queen with 3 crowns! Not many can say that... :-)
The thing is, you say you welcome "Dépaysement." I might say ... you NEED Dépaysement. I'm talking about the real thing and over an extended time. Like so many of your postings on "Calm." Moving from place to place, being "on the run" even if for fun & real learning, is great, of course. But that depends on a balance with the true calm one needs, that place of quiet certainty, of what we call "home" in many differnt ways.
Of course I can't know what that is for you! But photos tell stories and many photos can be a novel. There's a story there in yours. A story of a bundle of energy, of "doing," also of control and a bit of anxiety? Something....
Whatever! Loved your post here, Lorraine, and wish you deep and lengthy relaxation and peace of mind (and teeth!).
You can weather any storm with steady steps. Or course everybody likes visual documentation and your pictures are great!
Thanks for helping me stay strong, Stanley. You are my inspiration. 🥰
We are in mutual admiration!
Lorraine Evanoff -- I love your photos with friends, and share your core values, and am inspired by your SPIRIT in this post.
We will be seen.
We will be heard.
We will persevere.
Your encouragement and support means everything, thank you Armand!♥️
Lorraine Evanoff -- Louise Moscow: I am a REAL FAN of BOTH of you!!
Your posts reflect high culture and spirit in the resistance, and your literary work is an immersion in historic French culture and beauty with the intrigue of organized crime and hard to find clues.
And you are exactly my unintentional target audience. I had no idea who would get Louise or Lorraine. I’m so grateful it was you Armand.
This may be my favorite post of yours ever.
Awesome Jonathan. 🥰
Loving (?) all the dental references! You've come out alright, Lorraine!!!
Aww. Thanks Jonji. It seemed like a fitting analogy for these times. Hugs my friend 🥰
Your crowns fell off their stumps(preps)but in your case, you needn’t be picky. My ex is a retired dentist and my teeth have been historically not so good. That’s the only reason I know that stupid bit of jetsam. Anyway, bless your heart Lorraine. I know that business must be raining on your parade a bit. Guess you’d better back off the teeth clenching for a while ‘cause as we age………..(you fill in the blank).
Ah yes, I was afraid to just say my crowns fell out without clarifying it wa related to my teeth LOL. Thank you for the clarification. This is why I love the comments, SPW!!💗
Damn girl again and again we have lived parallel lives!!
Was in late high school before I ever had even a small cavity. Other than having wisdom teeth surgically removed, my dental life has been great! Then 2 bottom from were broken while pregnant from eating croutons. Still not awful. Having RA has once again done wonders to my life & my teeth! I have a mouth guard because jaw flares have caused my bite to be wonky. Guess who not only cracked but BROKE a mouth guard that is not supposed to break?!?! Moi of course. The second one is now cracked but still in one piece. My jaw pops LOUDLY if I have to chew something hard.
At least I’m entertaining, yes?!?
As of now I have 2 crowns & in the back & two in front from the preggers teeth debacle!
SO Darlin, people need to watch out around us as we can bite through STONE BABY!!
Have been MIA a while again and not sure for how long this time. If nothing else my life is somewhat “entertaining!!!
Love you & miss you sister friend ❤️🤪
Pamela!
What an ordeal. We don’t appreciate until this kind of thing happens. How frustrating. My wonderful mom lost all her upper teeth at 30! Mainly because she had 6 kids by then so that ties to your experience maybe? Take care, sis. Sending love and hugs 🥰
You look fabulous, Lorraine! Xoxox
This granny thanks you sincerely Reda. 💗💕🥰
Sending you anything of mine you need in the moment... I've had temp crown issues since December. Quite a surprise for me as well. Loved your word and the perfection of it. You are so brave and uber capable!
Oh no! When will you get your crowns? You are so brave!
An 89 year old friend is also trying to save many teeth. My saga is just about one and the next stage will be this Thursday. But I've seen 5 dentists these past few months. Quite an education about the field of dentistry.
Love this for several different reasons. I've also been in your passenger seat as we drove around LA, and honestly, you drive like I drive, and like many of us from our neck of the woods drive.
And, just to add for grins (sorry no dental pun intended)... more ommmm, less arrgh, the challenge every day!
Yes, Mike! We come from the same DNA! LOL. I'm so relieved my driving didn't terrorize you.
Lorraine,
Reading your story felt like tracing the deep grooves life has carved in both our paths — each turn of the wheel, each pressure of the jaw, a testament to endurance not easily visible on the surface.
Like you, I have driven through places that tested every fiber of my being — around the Arc de Triomphe, through Hyde Park Corner, over the passes of the Alps and the Rockies, in the fierce grip of snow and ice, the relentless tap of sleet and rain on the windshield. And yet, in all that gritting of teeth and clutching of the wheel, I never truly compared the grit it took to the toll it extracted from within.
I didn’t just lose enamel; I lost parts of myself, too. Each trauma I uncovered, each truth I dared to give voice to, seemed to cost me a tooth. Silence can grind harder than any icy road — and keeping my mouth shut, bearing the unbearable without speaking, has worn me down more than any storm.
Your words about anger ring especially true. They remind me that healing isn’t tidy or linear — it’s raw, it’s jagged, it sometimes feels like learning to chew with front teeth when the back ones can no longer bear the pressure. But you’re right: recognizing the arc, managing the landing, is a victory. A quiet, fierce kind of victory.
Thank you for sharing your story with such authenticity. It’s a reminder that resilience isn’t about being untouched by the storms — it’s about learning, even with cracked crowns and battered hearts, to smile at the wind and keep driving forward.
May you feel the ground firm under your feet at the May Day protests — and in every moment you stand for what matters.
xoxo Jay
Oh friend, please take good care of yourself! You are irreplaceable and precious!!💙❤️💪🎉
Hi, Lorraine! FIrst thing I wanted to ask was if you clench your teeth while sleeping....but then you described yourself as a teeth-clencher from early on, using on the road experiences to underline this. It's easy to assume that wasn't the only situations that had you fired up! Your various postings for months show you all over the place, travelling, being on the run, partying, playing sand volleyball, enjoying the hell out of life! Not to mention keeping a night-eye on Floofles & Co.! Good for you! And now you're in the Bahamas, a queen with 3 crowns! Not many can say that... :-)
The thing is, you say you welcome "Dépaysement." I might say ... you NEED Dépaysement. I'm talking about the real thing and over an extended time. Like so many of your postings on "Calm." Moving from place to place, being "on the run" even if for fun & real learning, is great, of course. But that depends on a balance with the true calm one needs, that place of quiet certainty, of what we call "home" in many differnt ways.
Of course I can't know what that is for you! But photos tell stories and many photos can be a novel. There's a story there in yours. A story of a bundle of energy, of "doing," also of control and a bit of anxiety? Something....
Whatever! Loved your post here, Lorraine, and wish you deep and lengthy relaxation and peace of mind (and teeth!).
You wear your crowns well!
Good warning. I'm a chronic tooth-clencher, too
Lorraine, make sure that the conch fritters are free of shell pieces...unless you want to explore the local dentistry scene.