Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Ah Mother's Day. When we're encouraged to laud the women who taught us how to tie our shoes, eat soup without clinking the spoon against our teeth, and to make beds with the corners tucked in. The woman who examined our research paper possibilities to make sure there was a woman for every man listed.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
I'm a mom. I'm political. Give me coffee or give me death.
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Finish the Story You Started.
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
Predominately Books But Other Stuff Too
Seeking to read the pages of Earth's Book.
