It’s Not the Destination, It’s the Journey

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…

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

I hate asking for help. But…living away from family and the familiar, I’ve learned that sometimes, it’s a necessity. And while my natural inclination is to come close to killing myself trying to do 600 things by myself, I have gotten much better at asking for help when and where I need it. Example: Like…

Dear New Mom at School

Dear new mom at school, I”m sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk to you. I was likely caught up in something or other, even if that something or other was taking care of my need for caffeine or adult conversation. It’s likely I was catching up with friends, trading summer vacation stories, cracking…

Schoolhouse Rock

Like many expat kids, my boys attend an international school. And while it has rubrics and complicated assessments instead of grades and smart boards instead of chalk, it is a school in the most traditional sense. There are students and teachers and classrooms. There are principals and secretaries and forms. There are discordant recorder sounds…