As beautiful as humanity is, its societies have always had a few bad habits, and among these is the inclination to label attitudes that defy or reimagine its traditions as sins. In this context, I am a sinner, and I am probably going to sin again. Being born in Canada to a French mother and Brazilian father I inherited little chance of entry into a traditional life. Being raised in Northern California I grew to not crave a traditional life. Now I am a wife and mother at 21 years old. I laugh knowing how terribly traditional that sounds, but this story is always unraveling in chaotic ways. Which isn’t always such a bad thing when it’s happening in Paris. This is my non traditional take on every tradition I know. These are my lovely sins.