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…
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the aMErican dream
For a small nation, Denmark certainly looms large in the conversation. From hygge to Noma to Joe and the Juice, my current country of residence garners more than its fair share of attention. And now here we are in the midst of another presidential election–as if the last one ever ended–and Denmark keeps popping up as…
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…
Four Expats and a Funeral
When you live abroad and someone on the other side of the world is gravely ill or passes away, normal rules don’t apply. No one pops round with a tuna casserole to help the family out. There is no Shiva sitting or sympathy cards with the promise of masses held on the behalf of the deceased….
