If You See Something, Say Something

When my kids were small enough for peek-a-boo, they’d sit, a chubby toddler hand across their eyes. “Can you see me?” they’d squeal, peeking through their fingers. To them, the logic was simple: if they couldn’t see me, surely I couldn’t see them. A year ago, I found myself in a situation with someone waxing lyrical…

A Migrant By Any Other Name is an Expat

My family and I are migrants. More commonly we are referred to as expats. This is despite the fact that upon closer inspection, we actually meet the criteria of migrant workers more closely. Yet expat is how we identify ourselves as well as those we know. I suspect it has a lot to do with the…