Home Again, Home Again (Jiggedy Jig)

I have been up for approximately 26 hours because I cannot sleep on airplanes. I smell like airport. I have static-head from sleeping against an airplane seat and a paper covered pillow. (I know, I shouldn’t have, so let’s not even go there.) My house smells like dog. There is a dent in the wall [Read On]


My children are so very, very lucky. They had lovely friends in the US, and moving here, have found equally lovely friends. What is even more special is how, even after being gone for a year, at 4 and 6, they’ve managed to not lose that bond with their friends back home. I mean, seriously [Read On]