Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
When I was a girl, I used to collect bunches of dandelions. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else was trying to get rid of them--out, out, damned weed!--I thought they were pretty. Together, they looked like a fist full of sunshine. More than just a schoolgirl fancy though, I was convinced that a... Continue Reading →
This week my kids went to school. Normally that's not a noteworthy accomplishment. But we're living in anything but normal times. Then on Wednesday the husband, who's been merrily working remotely from our bedroom, went into the office. The door closed behind them and I was left with an empty house and an empty day.... Continue Reading →
I am not a natural optimist. Realist bordering on pessimist perhaps, glass half empty--but because I drank it. But definitely not an optimist. There is no sunshine in my Suzy. There is no Anna in my Polly. On the other hand, there's no rain on my parade either. But there are definitely clouds. Sometimes wind.... Continue Reading →
These are uncharted waters. A lot of us are hanging on by our increasingly bitten nails, preparing for the worst while simultaneously praying for the best. No matter what that may feel like to us individually, there's no one right way to do that. If your kids are home and wearing the same pair of underpants... Continue Reading →
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