Living overseas, there are times when the emphasis is on the “overseas” bit–when every errand or task–from washing vegetables to walking down the street is drenched in the personal knowledge that life here would seem to be the exact opposite of the life we left on the other side of the world.
And then there are other times when the emphasis is on the “living” and the every day sorts of joys and obligations that remain exactly the same no matter where on the planet we sit. Continue Reading
I keep a large stash of crackers and biscuits in the backseat of our car. Enough to feed a small army. A small army of beggar children that is. Continue Reading
Two 2am alarms set. Two long flights. Two longer road trips. Too many toll roads. Two days on the beach with two toddlers. Continue Reading