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…
Tag: identity
A Tribe of Mothers
I’ve been a part of many wholes in my life. Some have been more important than others, yet none of those groups or demographics I’ve been party to or part of have been as defining as the one which embraced me as a mother. Motherhood is not the sole definition of my life. It is not…
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…
We Can Be Mourners, Just for One Day
I never shared a table with David Bowie. I never shared a bed with him, or a caress, a smile or a conversation, or even a ride on an uptown train. I did not know him. And yet his death touches me. Not in the personal way of a dying parent or a close friend….
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 