At the risk of sounding like a meme or a break room poster quote, let me explain. When you move around, you spend an awful lot of time focusing on the where. Where are you going? Where did you come from? Where will you end up? As another season of goodbyes rolls in, I’m watching…
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The Loneliness of the Long-Term Expat
There are expats who bounce around like global jumping beans, serial movers, making home sweet homes wherever they go. There are one-shot Wandas who live abroad for the turn of an Earthly axis or two before they replant themselves, a year or two of fond (or dismal) anecdotes and lots of holiday photos to share…
Pardon Me, Can You Point Me to the Toilet?
Twenty something years ago I sat in an Italian restaurant in England with my then boyfriend’s family and asked where the bathroom was. My future in-laws looked at me with the kind of blank confusion I can only assume my face resembles when my children talk to me about FortNite, leaving me–cross-legged and full-bladdered–in a…
The Breakfast Club
It’s not often I drop my kids at school. The thirteen year-old is in charge of his own schedule and the ten year-old, who almost is, cycles in with his father. On the rare occasions I am in the a.m., I usually spot The Breakfast Club. On any given school day the mothers of the…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 