Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
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 →
Writer, Feminist, Expat
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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
