Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
I am not a religious person. I don't got to church or temple or mosque. I don't pray or bend a knee to Goddess or God. But after nearly fourteen years of motherhood I have come to believe in something, something fierce and powerful and universal. Something outside of me, completely out of my control.... Continue Reading →
I remember making a quip a long time ago about sending a mother in to negotiate peace in the Middle East. I was mostly joking. Mostly. There are times when I watch, in aghast amusement as football tournaments blunder along, as team travel plans are made at the last possible minute, ensuring confusion and delay,... Continue Reading →
My kids, like most, have memories like a steel trap. Remember that time you promised us ice cream and then we didn't get any? You mean the time your brother was running 104 temperature and we were trying to get him to the hospital, that time??? I dunno, maybe. But you still owe us an... Continue Reading →
It's always a good thing when you can look in the rearview mirror....and laugh at yourself. Yesterday, I met up with a group of women (and one man--you held your own, lone man--you should know that we kept the labor and episiotomy stories on the back burner for your sake--) to pass one of the... 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.
Writer, Blogger, Book Addict
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
