We’ve just returned from a week at the beach where we frolicked in the surf and boogied on our boards. We fought over umbrella shaded real estate, picked seaweed from between our toes, and, after a miserable Danish start to the summer, simply gloried in the feel of sun on our skin. My youngest son… Read More Nine People You’ll Meet at the Beach
Below are the lyrics to a parody song we performed last month to say so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, and goodbye to the families leaving our school community. I promised I would share the lyrics and am only just now getting around to it so here they are…complete with the YouTube video of our performance :-).… Read More These Are A Few of My Danish(y) Things….
Recently I had, for lack of a better word, a situation, with another mother. This situation resulted in me, to put it bluntly, losing my shit. I am not ashamed to admit it. I was seething. I was practically vibrating with incredulity. I furiously messaged my husband who was away at the time, my fingers flying over the… Read More You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ’til Someone Being An Ass Makes it Clear
Every time I see an article about how school dress codes infringe upon the rights of girls, I cringe. Not because of the implications of sexism they contain–of course dress codes are sexist–but because I keep wondering when we are going to accept that teenagers are, by biological definition, walking libidos; gangly, ticking sex bombs.… Read More Dress Codes are like Footloose…for Frocks.
I’m suffering a case of whiplash. Not from an accident in the pedal or be killed bike lanes of Copenhagen, but from watching my not-quite-eleven-year-old waffle back and forth between being a little kid and teetering on the edge of being a teenager. Has there ever ben a more apt slang term than tween? When I… Read More Tweenage Wasteland
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When I arrive, Fisher is measuring and marking planks of wood with a pencil he keeps clamped between his teeth. His bare toes, peeking out from the frayed hem of his jeans, are tapping in time with a reggae song I don’t know the name of. Fisher nods in my…
I’ve seen E.T. at least a dozen times. No matter how many times I watch it, I still get a little thrill every time Elliot and E.T. fly across the moon. I weep with little Gertie as she holds out her flower-pot parting gift. I snuffle and gulp down a sob every time E.T. holds… Read More Why the Movies of My Youth Could Never Happen Today
It’s not always easy being an American outside those nifty-fifty United States. Admittedly, it’s not always easy being an American in the confines between sea to shining sea either. Every now and again however, there is a week like this week, a week when as an American broad abroad I can hold my head up… Read More A Tale of Two Flags
Summer vacation means something totally different when you’re a parent. For starters, it’s not a vacation. Sure, kids need a respite from school and structure and cafeteria food. But summer break is anything but a break for parents. Despite my petitions, protestations and burying my head in the sand in a yoga worthy contortion of denial,… Read More How to Train for Summer Vacation
Like many expat kids, my boys attend an international school. And while it has rubrics and complicated assessments instead of grades and smart boards instead of chalk, it is a school in the most traditional sense. There are students and teachers and classrooms. There are principals and secretaries and forms. There are discordant recorder sounds… Read More Schoolhouse Rock