Tales From the ‘Hood

It’s always a good thing when you can look in the rearview mirror….and laugh at yourself. Yesterday, I met up with a group of women (and one man–you held your own, lone man–you should know that we kept the labor and episiotomy stories on the back burner for your sake–) to pass one of the…

To All the Moms I’ve Loved Before

First was the mother who cradled me, belly then arms; the one who checked for breath in the middle of the night and stayed up until dawn slaying fevers, the one who documented first teeth and words, who started a living record in her memory. The mother who held out her arms to catch my first tentative…

You Might Be an Expat If…..Part II

You speak menu language; just enough of your host country’s language to read and order restaurant basics. You know there’s a big difference between “live” and “from”. You have to Google translate cuts of meat. You can’t read your own mail. You’ve used sign language in an emergency room to describe symptoms. You have friends…

You Get What You Get and You Don’t Get Upset

The first rule of nursery school is: You get what you get and you don’t get upset. The first rule of nursery school isn’t just for kids. It applies to parents as well, especially when it comes to what you ultimately end up with in life’s great grab bag of kids. Ideally there would be a sort…