I almost missed this, but this blog turned 10 (T_E_N!!!) last March. How the hell did this happen? I miss writing so much, but for one reason or another, I don’t feel that this is the right place anymore. The things that are on my mind are nothing I would like my ten year old, […]
It’s soon going to be four months since we moved to Malibu. The Expatriate Adjustment Lifecycle (yes, there IS such a thing) stipulates three months of Honeymoon, followed by Culture Shock. Let me tell you one thing: living out of two suitcases and moving from one AirBnB to the next, with leaking roofs and bug […]
Growing up as the daughter of a second wave feminist in the 1970s, I never once doubted that I would become the strong, independent woman I was destined to be. Fast forward a couple of decades, two children and five moves across countries and continents, and I feel like I failed. I failed myself, my upbringing, and if life continues as it is, I am going to fail my daughters.
If it wouldn’t sound so terribly clichéd, I’d happily venture into interior design. Not the one with the fluffy pillows, trinkets, knickknacks and rugs, but the one with the tiles, wall colours, walls (knocked down or put in), new windows and side extensions. Or is that interior architecture?
Finally, it’s time. The house is sold, the studio is sold, and all the members of our family are sold on the idea of moving. Well, almost all, but I realised that I can’t stay another winter, hence we are moving anyway.
Remember 1995 and the years leading up to it? Those were the years of my late teens – years interspersed with teenage angst, first loves and first (very awkward) sex. Sadly, my diaries of that time, which came close to an encyclopedia with its ten or so volumes, are lost. At some point (it might […]
I missed writing. I really did. I was desperate to get back into it, yet nothing could coax me out of my almost four-year-long refuge. There’s a plethora of reasons why I haven’t blogged in such a long time (apart from a couple of posts about pancakes – and I’m not sure that counts). And […]
I turned 40 two years ago, and it’s been a breeze. I guess it can be, if you are at peace with yourself and if, as it happens to be the case for this not-so-young-anymore lady, you are blessed with good genes. It’s nothing that I am be proud of, nothing that I can claim […]
The decision has been made almost two months ago, and it is only now that I can get myself to put it down on ‘paper’: we are not moving back to London.
Buckwheat pancakes. If the sound of this makes you think of old shoe sole with a hint of stale hazelnut, you shall be forgiven. On a quest to replace white flour with whole grain alternatives, I have tried various recipes with little success. Very much to the dismay of my children, I was determined to […]