I have found further evidence of a gaping hole in the children’s literature market. Last week it became clear that the children’s book Marvin Redpost: Class President was too American-centric to be […]
Son to stranger in taco shop: My monster bike is on a boat to Holland. Son to stranger at baseball game: My monster bike is on a boat to Holland. […]
When I was seven, I lived at The Center of the Universe as a Mormon child in the American West. I lived in Taylorsville, Utah. We rode our bikes to […]
My young expat is an equal-opportunity ignorer. Don’t worry, she’s not being rude to you because you’re Chinese, she’s being rude to you because you’re a living, breathing, strange adult. […]
Using my Facebook feed as a rough indicator, most Americans spent the week alternating from deep sadness to horrific rage over Newtown. I have been no exception and have fluctuated between […]
And so our expat home leave begins. I’ll be on a slightly lighter “summertime” blogging schedule for the next two months. Happy summer holidays everyone, wherever you are!
The accent shift has already begun its swing. Three years ago, within weeks of starting nursery in the UK, my expat kid was already speaking like an “English” girl, in […]
