Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Eighteen years is a long time. It's enough time to mature from infant to adult, for edges to lose their sharpness and dull to the touch. Photographs fade and colors mute, losing their urgency, something belonging not to the moment, but to the past, tinted with nostalgia. Things shift, break apart, decompose--reduced to skeleton pieces;... Continue Reading →
This parenting thing---jeesh. At the beginning you're just a tired little Mom engine struggling up a mountain of sleepless nights and stanky diapers, sometimes literally crying over spilt breast milk. Days and weeks which bleed into one another, glued together with a refrain of I think I can, I think I can, I think I... Continue Reading →
Not long ago I was on a train to London with my son. As soon as he sat down, he reached for his phone. For a few minutes I let him snap his chat and insta his gram. After all, there are streaks to be kept up, Mom. You just don't get it! He's probably... Continue Reading →
Eight years of expat (migrant) living has thickened my skin...to an extent. I can generally hold it together at the flag ceremonies and stand un-quivering through a chorus line of hugs. Depending on where on I am on the roller coaster of emotions I find myself riding these days, you'll find me anywhere from stoic... Continue Reading →
I cannot tell a lie. I did not wake up this morning and think, "Today I'm 44! Bring it on!" 44 is one step closer to 50, and 50 is half-way to 100, a milestone most of us will not meet. 44 is only one year from 45, which is the age at which I... Continue Reading →
My husband and I are often in different countries. Sometimes different continents. A few moves and working for an international organization will do that to a couple. There are business trips and conferences, training sessions and summer holidays. There is wrap up and set up of the old and new digs. It's never for too... Continue Reading →
If the Big Bang theory and sci-fi get you raring to go, you are probably up to speed in dimensional theory. Maybe string theory floats your boat. Perhaps you used to have one of those posters of Albert Einstein hanging in your dorm room. Or maybe, like my husband, you watch Nova as a soporific;... Continue Reading →
Every Monday my Facebook news feed reads like a Greek tragedy of lamentation. Oh! The swift passage of the weekend! Loathsome and heavy-footed we drag ourselves back to the grind. Oh, Mondays--you are forever blue. But I do not rue the (Mon)day. I have come to love Mondays. I will admit that it is... Continue Reading →
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