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Monthly Archives: August 2012

Each time we move, I am confronted with the task of re-identifying myself. What does your husband do? Where are you from? What ages are your children? These are the questions polite people ask. If you get beyond these, then you start to cover territory like: school, common interests, backgrounds. Of course if you get that far, then for all intents and purposes, you’re friends. In some cases I’ve managed to make… Read More

Today I had brunch with Yo-Yo Ma. Does that read as crazy as it sounds? No, it’s true! Myself, and Cooper, (and about 100 other people too), were invited to attend a reception to honor the legendary cellist at the US Ambassador’s residence here in Stockholm. It was a gathering to celebrate Yo-Yo Ma’s acceptance of the Polar Music Award—a prize given to an individual who has made extraordinary contributions to the… Read More

I’ve borrowed my title from an article written by Brad Wilcox. The idea he expounds on is that there are moments in life when the sun comes out and the stars align and everything for a moment, feels…well, perfect. It doesn’t last, but it happens! To quote Wilcox, “Remember the famous line from the musical by Lerner and Loewe? “’Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one… Read More

I’m not saying my life is hard, it’s just hard for me right now. This is where the “Spirit of Adventure” meets the road. It’s been a gradual build up of things…toilets not working, flying ants in the basement, living in a temporary house with the same Capri pants I packed 10 weeks ago, the British School insisting Jonah be placed in 4th grade (their year 5) because of his birthdate even… Read More

Micah starts school tomorrow. Tomorrow! I thought I had at least a week before I had to think about school supplies. This morning Micah is “practicing” riding the train with Cooper—that is taking public transit. To get to Stockholm International School, Micah will need to take the Lidingo train across the bridge, get on another train into the city, then a third train to go north one stop where he will disembark… Read More

The forest floor glows, like a crystallized kingdom. Moss of golden green, thick, clings to whatever it can. The smell of damp earth, after the rain fills my breath. It is the memory of something… distant, peaceful. The sunlight trickles down, dotting pinecones, branches, a tiny black beetle and so much wild clover. The trees, straight as steeples, rise high and I… I bow my head backward, Listening… Below a young pine… Read More

The good news is our air shipment is arriving tonight, ahead of schedule. The bad news is…it’s wet. They’re bringing it early because they’re concerned it could be damaged. 900 lbs of everything we deemed most essential to have in country before the rest of our household goods arrived, in other words, our best stuff. Well…no use worrying…I’m still celebrating our first take-out pizza. Two thin crust “family size” pizzas for 400… Read More

I should have learned my lesson in fourth grade…but some of us are slower than others. Back then I was desperate for clogs, not just any clogs—clogs with heels. Missy Scanzoni had the perfect clogs that clapped when she walked and made her look taller, prettier and most important of all, older.  I asked my mom if I could have shoes like Missy Scanzoni and her response was “Absolutely not,” or something… Read More

Today was our first rainy day in Stockholm. We were all ready this morning to visit Skansen, (the world’s first open-air museum, a 74-acre wonder in downtown Stockholm), when it started to drizzle then suddenly poured. From the living room window we watched the rain propel itself sideways onto the patio with such force it bounced. (There must be a Swedish word for rain that bounces.) It was something to behold. Living… Read More