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Monthly Archives: January 2014

Karen Ament is a blogger at Humble Mumblings and a recovering expat, currently finding her place in the world. Caught somewhere between Scandinavia and Pennsylvania, she is again trying to make her family a “home.” Her story is as real as it gets for us transplants. She’s proving it not only can be done, but by extending our view of what “home” means, we can broaden our little corner of the globe…even… Read More

Remember that Seinfeld episode in the parking garage…the one where no one can remember where the car’s parked? Kramer is carrying a heavy air conditioning unit, he eventually off loads behind someone’s parked car; Elayne is worried her goldfish in the airtight plastic sack is going to die; George is worried he’ll miss his parent’s anniversary dinner and Jerry has to desperately urinate. At some point Jerry muses: Why is it other… Read More

Here at Spare Change I’ll be posting “Other Voices of Change,” the words and viewpoints of expats, moms, poets, writers (and amazing people in general). I hope you’ll find inspiration. I’m sure you’ll find encouragement. If all things go as planned, I’m trusting we’ll both discover more courage to make the changes that bring deeper self-awareness. In the words of Thich Nhat Hanh: If we are too busy, if we are carried… Read More

I started this blog to share my experience of living in Sweden with friends (OK, mostly my mother), and the handful of kind individuals that still pencil my address into their contact’s list (again and again). The idea was to share the local culture, post some photos, have fun…that was eighty-eight posts ago!! Well, I’m ready for a change. Frankly, I’m not used to staying in one place for too long, (makes… Read More

I’m back, most of me anyway. There’s a piece of my heart in Central PA that remains affixed now and forever. I’m so grateful I had the chance to see my dad on his road to recovery. The fact that he’s feeling a tad bit disappointed that he might only be able to play nine holes golf this season, instead of eighteen, is nothing short of miraculous. That we had time together… Read More

The hardest part about living in Sweden…isn’t Sweden. It’s that the people I love (a lot of them anyway) live four thousand miles and three connecting flights away. It’s that every time I want to call home it’s my nighttime and their daytime, it messes things up. It’s that when people you care about are sick, or otherwise in need of a hug or helping hand, you can’t be there. This is… Read More