The tale of the reluctant expat
I was a reluctant expat. I did not want to leave London, which in itself is kind of ironic as I didn’t want to move…
I was a reluctant expat. I did not want to leave London, which in itself is kind of ironic as I didn’t want to move…
I’ve been trying to sit down to write this post since the smallest one turned 6 months old. And every time I’ve tried to put…
Somehow the first week of 2020 has already passed. A flurry of New Year, New Me posts have been spied on Facebook. It’s official, 2020…
We knew the leap of going from two kids to three kids would be a big one. That so much in life is tailored to…
We’ve had a rough few months with goodbyes, losing some of our closest friends here in Doha. Changing the dynamic of what is left behind…
It’s the time of year when thoughts turn to the Big Man in red. Yep, the holiday season is fast approaching. I swear I have…
When I first met my husband, way back in 2008, we worked together in Liverpool. On Dale Street to be precise, in the worlds local…