Moving to a new place, we have been exposed to a vast new culture that we have the privilege of experiencing firsthand. We also want to make sure our small children are growing up grounded solidly in an understanding of what it means to be an American. That means a lot of reading up on
Last year, I boarded a plane with my children to join my husband in Thailand in pursuit of a life less ordinary. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I was determined to make the most of my time (whatever that meant). It hasn’t always been easy. Nor has it been
Let me start with an admission: I don’t like running. I ran some on my high school’s track team, and on occasion since then at the gym, or even outdoors when it’s the only option. It was not because I enjoyed it. More like because I wanted to hang out with friends or lose weight.
I may have mentioned this in passing, but this week my children have no school. It’s mid-term break, and Tuesday was Chulalongkorn Day. It would be nearly impossible to have the girls home for nine days straight, so I needed to find a way to entertain them. Many preschools advertise weeklong camps, in-lieu of school,