Third Culture Kids Aren’t a Triangle–They’re a Wave

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 →

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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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Expat Speak

Pristine gym shoes and undented lunch boxes aren't the only sign of a new school year. At an international school like the one my kids attend, there is also a sea of new faces, a phalanx of new germs, and, if you put in the effort, the opportunity to make new friends. Meet and greets... Continue Reading →

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