The Expat Snail and the Whale

Marilyn Monroe famously cemented the idea of the seven-year itch in our collective psyche with a billowing skirt above a New York City subway grate. I don’t have the legs for that. Or the dress. Or the extra four years. Increasingly I’ve been experiencing the three-year expat itch. When we first said goodbye to Lady Liberty and…

Goodnight Nobody, Goodnight Mush

If you asked people in the know to describe me, the list would be over represented with synonyms of “efficient”. I like to think there would be a ‘clever’ or a ‘witty’ thrown in here and there, maybe a ‘thoughtful’ or ‘insightful’, but you would almost certainly not find the word ‘sentimental’. Yet though my husband sometimes describes…