Never have so many done so little of what was asked.
I’m an American. I root for Team USA during the Olympics. I get a little misty-eyed when the flag is raised or I hear the first strains of The Star Spangled Banner. I sigh in delight over rockets red glare on the Fourth of July. I wax poetic about the joy of a cheeseburger and... Continue Reading →
My sister told a funny story over Christmas. Our mother, waiting to pull into a parking space, was thwarted by a black-hearted parking space thief. Righteous and indignant, she got out of her own car, knocked on the window of the other and proceeded to tell the driver off. My mother didn't swear or rant... Continue Reading →
You would think that after nearly four years in a country my day-to-day exposure to the language would render me fluent enough to understand, say... a television commercial. You would be wrong. I tried the other night: not a single Danish word penetrated my mono-linguistic brain. As someone living in a country not your own,... Continue Reading →