Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Dating: Reservations at the super-fancy/can't really afford/won't like the food/you'll figure out how to pay the credit card bill later/restaurant; roses; fancy chocolates dusted with things that shouldn't be on chocolate Engaged: Jewelry, (bonus points if it's heart-shaped);Â Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Khalil Gibran poetry books; flowers, but not roses; thoughtful cards with sappy messages and... Continue Reading →
I have a weak spot for sap and sloppy sentimentality, especially when it comes to music. I mean, truly. I get misty just thinking about Total Eclipse of the Heart. So you can imagine how fraught with emotion my middle-aged self was last week when John Legend's All of Me came up on my son's... Continue Reading →
You know there's that famous Malcolm Gladwell "it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something" thing? Well, here's a partial list of things, which, by that criteria, I feel like I'm an expert in. Carrot peeling Closing doors Right-side outing socks Flushing un-flushed toilets Packing lunches Embarrassing myself Finding ways to say "no"... Continue Reading →
We've all had shit days. We've all had days when it feels good to unload on someone else: a secret we've been carrying, a ball of anxiety knotting its way through our digestive tract, a fear, an embarrassment, a hazy memory of dancing on a table after that shot of tequila... If we're lucky, we... Continue Reading →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
THIS IS US… a colorful, collaborative, collection of truth-tellers, soul-sharers, magic makers and game shakers. All that have a unique story to tell, angle to take and position they stand strongly behind.
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What you need to know about roofing
a performative documentary project based on letters to the editor of Ms., 1972-1980
Books, Food & Fun
Seeking to read the pages of Earth's Book.
scribbler. shutterbug. succulent cactus.
Being proud to be a vintage housewife
