Women Who Don’t Burn

Not that long ago a friend pulled me aside and said, “You know, if you lived a few centuries ago, I think you’d have been burned at the stake.” It was meant as a compliment, and I took it as one. Because what he meant was that outspoken women, loud women, women who didn’t sit…

Hear Me Roar

I talk a lot (no, really, A LOT) about my passion for women’s issues. I talk a lot (A LOT) about how important it is to change the way we think about women, talk about women, and treat women. I talk a never-ending lot about systematic sexism, about reproductive rights. But I’ve never explained why…

One Foot In, One Foot Out

The last few months have been mild with a chance of uncertainty. There have been lows of sorrow and confusion, with projected highs in the upper range of understanding. I’m exhausted. Yet after a lot of wine and some self-examination, I’ve think I’ve finally managed to diagnose myself. I’m having a mid-expat life crisis. We left…

In two straight lines in rain or shine

The water in Denmark is full of calcium.  But beyond the lime-scale, there seems to be something else in the water here.  Something that if I could isolate and bottle, I would be rich beyond measure.  I would be lauded and invited to appear on Oprah.  I could buy that pair of boots I am…