As we walk back out of the wide double-doors T berates me for my poor timekeeping and my mind goes back to the days when my father was supposed to be collecting my sister and I from school. I smile to myself at how lucky he is; I know all about waiting… Continue reading
They’re just like you and me aren’t they? Down-to-earth, honest-to-goodness parents giving us the inside scoop on child rearing. But access to family email inboxes nationwide makes the mummy blogger a marketing man’s dream. What if some of them embrace the Dark Side? Continue reading
All it takes is for one of the kids to wrap their fingers around my neck in play and I’m transported back in time to the day a man strangled his daughter on the stairs of their home while her mother and siblings watched…
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What is a blog for, if not for getting your thoughts down and into some semblance of order? I’ll inform you now, this post has nothing whatsoever to do with expat life. Try as I might to redirect it, my mind is stuck on only one thing today, so here goes, I may as well follow my instincts and say goodbye to rationality… Continue reading
