My son started fifth grade a few weeks ago. He went to school with a packed lunch and a bunch of new pencils and came home with schedule and a little bit of a crush. He re-established old friendships, invited the new boy to sit at his lunch table, decided to try out for the…
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Coming Home
Yesterday I flew home. As an expat, home is a word I use loosely. Home is where my husband and my boys and I have dinner every evening, where we drool on our pillows, where we fight and dream, love and argue. In that sense, home is anywhere from post code 2900 Hellerup to a bathroom-less…
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Autumn brings with it a whiff of homesickness for me. A scent of smoke and leaf color and longing and nostalgia. I forever miss the vibrancy of the New England autumns I grew up with. Even in New York the season was somewhat muted for me. Outside of the Northeast, it is like watching the…
Cigarettes and Alcohol: A Memoir
Smoking is a nasty, deadly habit. Cigarette smoke reeks, it penetrates your clothes and catches in the ends of your hair. You can taste the singe of smoke on your tongue, feel the burn in your mouth. Cigarettes stain your teeth, they stain your fingers, leave you with small holes in everything and make your…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 