Almost There, or The Pain of Bardo

Years ago, I went on a date with a diabetic. This was during a time in my life when I was convinced that I would never, ever again meet someone I could possibly love, let alone spend the rest of my life with. I was 29 or so and in the thick of dealing with my body going awry and watching what I perceived as every single person I knew getting engaged or married, and so I went on a date with a man who asked me out on — if you can even recall such a time — Friendster. He claimed to be like Josh Lyman from The West Wing, and that meant a whole lot to me in those days. Continue reading

Why I’m taking the stroller to a desert island

The Bahrain airport still has a metal detector once you pass through immigration. It is only there to find out whether or not you are carrying alcohol in your carry on luggage. Most people don’t know this, so they meticulously … Continue reading

Ten (Possibly) Absurdist Truths About Belgium

It’s been just over a year since I’ve been back in Belgium full time, and I recently had some house guests who’d never been here before, which is always fun because not only is it important that we stuff them … Continue reading

A Life of Luxury: Choices, Trade offs, and the Benefits of Busyness.

I am not a busy person. I wake up without an alarm, spend a good portion of time in bed checking Pinterest, shower the dog with morning cuddles, talk to the bump, before slowly (more slowly each week) rolling out … Continue reading

Grüß Gott: A Viennese Introduction

A tram stop, right near the Westbahnhof.

Almost two months ago, my husband and I moved from New York City—where I spent the last 12 years—to Vienna. Since our August arrival, we’ve met a few lovely people, but I basically have one real friend so far, a … Continue reading

Oh la la! An indulgent post about my love affair with France

I was in advanced French in high school, a very green sixteen, when I told my French teacher I was going to live in Paris one day.  She looked down her square rimmed glasses and asked why.  Because I love … Continue reading