You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ’til Someone Being An Ass Makes it Clear

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

Tweenage Wasteland

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

Schoolhouse Rock

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