Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
I just got back from chaperoning a trip to a basketball tournament. Four adults, twenty-two tweens. Emotions, hormones, and sweat glands were running high. Deodorant was running low. For many of these kids, it was the longest they'd been without their parents, their first foray into independence. Add to all of that nerves and the... Continue Reading →
A recent conversation sucked me, feet first, into the black hole of expat doubt. And by doubt, I really mean: "What the hell is going to happen to my kids at the end of this experiment?" The conversation, with a brilliant friend who studies cultural differences, was about the unknown effect of removing yourself from... Continue Reading →
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); 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 →
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What you need to know about roofing
a performative documentary project based on letters to the editor of Ms., 1972-1980
Books, Food & Fun
Seeking to read the pages of Earth's Book.
scribbler. shutterbug. succulent cactus.
Being proud to be a vintage housewife
