The years teach us much the days never knew. – Emerson I have not updated this blog in one year. Oops. HOWEVER – I have written more in the last year than I have written in probably the last five years combined. The reason for the slow down on this site is actually a really … More Updates! And where you can find me these days…
Note: On the morning of March 22, 2016, my husband and I were in the Brussels airport bombings as we were checking in for our flight. This, and several other blog posts, reference those attacks and the trauma that followed. We both walked away from the attacks physically unharmed but the emotional and psychological tolls … More for the survivors.
Took a bit of a hiatus while we moved into the new house, bought a car, and contemplated our first mortgage payment. Welcome home! A few things I’m chewing on these days: PHYSICAL HEALTH – I got a Fitbit for my birthday (happy 34 to me!) and all of this data is really helping me identify … More morale-damaging cardboard boxes (and sweet summatime!)
We’ve moved five times in the last two and a half years, if you count the initial international relocation which I do because moving is awful and terrible no matter what. This move is a bit more special, though, and that’s because for the first time we’re moving into a house where we get to … More Moved.
Last Friday night, I had one of those brilliant Baltimore moments where I ran into a friend I’ve been trying and failing to connect with since we returned. I was out with my husband and some of our friends when she arrived with a crowd of classmates from a school event, out to celebrate an awards … More we’ll all just keep learning together
The American work ethic is staggering, we all know this. I found a similar pace in Abu Dhabi, where so many people – and sometimes their entire families – are tethered to their jobs through visas and relocation packages. There’s a feeling that your job owns you and, on paper, they kind of technically do. … More Werk.
I have a huge problem with writing. It’s a huge distraction from the rest of my life. The best writers were introverts, right? Burrowing away like hermits in horrible climates (extreme heat or cold are the best environments) and painstakingly digging away at their craft. The castoff papers piling up around them, the ashtray filling … More distraction is part of the process. (right?)