Like more than five million others, I’m an American abroad. Except for a brief window of post-COVID sanity from 2022 to 2024, for the last ten years, I’ve lived in an emotional space that spans the chasm between gratitude and guilt. I know I’m not alone. I don’t presume to speak for anyone else. Like…
Category: A Broad Abroad
It’s the Hope that Kills You
I am the lone female in a house of males. There are times this works to my advantage, like when I need someone to carry my overstuffed suitcase or reach a jug I’ve stashed on a tall shelf. There are other times when being Hannah Solo is a lot harder. Like now, on the eve…
Beach Reads
Looking for a summer read? Have I got a deal for you…
Safe Travels and Soft Landings
Because in between this goodbye and the next hello, those words are a little bit of extra padding to make sure the fragile heart stuff doesn’t get busted in the move.
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 