The Light of Paris

“I was a person who was used to being told what to do.”

Madeline stays in a marriage that feels like a cold museum. She finally sees that being a good wife shouldn't mean disappearing.

Margie’s 1920s Paris journals show how much she traded for a safe life. It makes me wonder what parts of ourselves we bury just to please our mothers.

“I had spent my life trying to be the person everyone else wanted me to be.”

Living for someone else's expectations is just a slow way of dying. Madeline had to find her own light in a dusty attic.

“I was a different person here. I was the person I was meant to be.”

Paris in the twenties wasn't just about jazz and parties. For Margie, it was the only place where she felt allowed to breathe.