A recent conversation sucked me, feet first, into the black hole of expat doubt. And by doubt, I really mean: “What the hell is going to happen to my kids at the end of this experiment?” The conversation, with a brilliant friend who studies cultural differences, was about the unknown effect of removing yourself from…
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The Island of Misfits
Last week I chose potential spouses for my boys. Now for all I know, my sons will choose not to marry at all and they will be forced to look after me in my dottering senility. They may be gay, and I may end up with someone who will happily shoe shop with me. Or…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 