Part aged wisdom, part trashy yumminess, always slightly salted observations about life, love, and living abroad
I've been an expat for nearly ten years. Blimey, that's a long time; long enough to start using the word blimey in a non-ironic way, even. Nearly ten years overseas means I have said more than my fair share of goodbyes. I've gone to a lot of leaving lunches, farewell festivities, and tally-ho teas. I've... Continue Reading →
Pick up any book about Mom-ing or Dad-ing and it's usually full of the deep, dark, and diabolical bits of parenting. Temper tantrums and teen angst. Potty training and puberty survival tips (mental note: post idea). All important, but there's a lot more that goes into this parenting malarkey than just the big stuff. I... Continue Reading →
Last week James Cameron caused a million female eyeballs to roll skyward when he opined that contrary to what millions of women were proving with their dollars, Wonder Woman was not a strong female protagonist. Cameron then went on to list female characters he felt were better representations of strong women. It should come as... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, as competitors in the Ironman Challenge raced past our apartment, pushing their bodies to the limit of endurance, I was slowly cycling toward an afternoon meant to celebrate the life of a woman who endured in a different way, who pushed her body to a different limit. I knew about her long before we met. When she... Continue Reading →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
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
