Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Dating: Reservations at the super-fancy/can't really afford/won't like the food/you'll figure out how to pay the credit card bill later/restaurant; roses; fancy chocolates dusted with things that shouldn't be on chocolate Engaged: Jewelry, (bonus points if it's heart-shaped);Â Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Khalil Gibran poetry books; flowers, but not roses; thoughtful cards with sappy messages and... Continue Reading →
At a Q&A session at the launch for There's Some Place Like Home, I was in the hot seat. Luckily the menopausal flashes didn't make an appearance so that heat was more figurative than literal, but still. I had quasi-prepped for the type of questions I thought people might ask, questions I may have asked... Continue Reading →
I've used plenty of phrases to describe living abroad: crazy, upside down, terrifying, exhilarating, tearful, broadening--but after a conversation with a good friend recently, I need to add another. Addictive. For some expats, whirling from one post and dervishing to the next, it's easy to lose yourself in the tornado of "the move". At times,... Continue Reading →
Need a last-minute gift for that special woman in your life? The one who is raising your kids? I know, I know. There are still loads of shopping days left. But as we're rapidly hurtling toward extra expensive expedited delivery or a dented box of discontinued scent territory, it's time to acknowledge things are getting... Continue Reading →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
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