Pardon Me, Can You Point Me to the Toilet?

Twenty something years ago I sat in an Italian restaurant in England with my then boyfriend’s family and asked where the bathroom was. My future in-laws looked at me with the kind of blank confusion I can only assume my face resembles when my children talk to me about FortNite, leaving me–cross-legged and full-bladdered–in a…

Care and Maintenance Of Your Brits

Congratulations! Whether you’ve decided to adopt a Brit, befriend one, or like me, marry and have children with one, I’m confident you’ll benefit immeasurably by the addition. Having a Brit in your life will enrich it. You’ll learn new words like twee and new uses for old words like fanny. You’ll enjoy hours of endless…

Like a Girl

Women seem to be at orange level alert for sexism this year. Trailing behind most of the world, we Americans are poised on the brink of electing our first female leader, and if nothing else, the ascendency of Hilary Clinton has caused an uptick of articles examining not only the way we view girls and women,…

The Girl in the (Expat) Bubble: The Best Kept Secret of a Broad Abroad

You would think that after nearly four years in a country my day-to-day exposure to the language would render me fluent enough to understand, say… a television commercial. You would be wrong. I tried the other night: not a single Danish word penetrated my mono-linguistic brain. As someone living in a country not your own,…