This post was going to be about hair. Along the way it took a left turn and became, yet again, about aging. Another sharp turn to the left and it morphed into an idea about women and self perception. One more gentle, left leaning bend brought me to face to face with ideas of identity…
Tag: ex-pat
The First Rule of Ex-Pat Club
Ex-pat postings are a bit like a revolving door; there’s always someone coming, someone going, entering, exiting, getting stuck with their nose pressed against the glass with a look of horrified Oh-My-God-I’ve-Just-Made-The-Worst-Mistake-of-My-Life on their face. Spinning around, sometimes missing the chance to jump out, sometimes escaping to the lobby for a few years of respite,…
The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Olive Grove
We landed in Cyprus in late October. Though the blistering heat of summer had mellowed somewhat, there was plenty of evidence of those scorching months in the parched landscape that greeted us; a dead and withered view that stretched from the airport into the capital. Beige and olive drab and lifeless. Honestly, it could have…
How to Make Friends and Influence People
Real friends will tell you when you’ve got a chin hair that needs plucking. Or when you have spinach in your teeth. Real friends will tell you when you’re being stupid or ridiculous or over-analytical or when you are flogging an already dead and decaying horse. Real friends will tell you to look on the…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 