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We left Muscat in the deep darkness of 1:20 am, (the time most flights depart and arrive in Oman). It was Eid holiday, so the kids had a few days off school, plus the weekend – the perfect time for a late summer vacation to visit Cooper’s sister and husband in Italy. We boarded the plane, shoved our bags into the overhead and sat down, pulling on eye masks, ignoring the beverage… Read More

On mornings when the shoreline retreats to the horizon, and a breeze blows, so you almost need a sweater, people of all cultures gather to the beach. Most mornings, but especially on these mornings, I walk. My usual attire: black leggings, pink t-shirt, neon yellow fanny pack and orange ball cap—I know, I’m not proud. I move briskly. My arms and legs swinging, as I take the brick pathway, parallel to the… Read More

Had I written this post last week the tone would have been cynical and jaded. I would have had comments like, “Hang in there,” or “You’re doing better than you think” and the whole thing would have been reduced to an Amanda Wilkinson song, “It’s Okay To Cry.” But cynicism wears old. I get tired of being frustrated with frustrating people. You know what I mean? It takes too much energy. I… Read More

This week’s post come from the inspiring treasury of Devi Duerrmeier, writer of My Daily Bread and Butter. A former journalist, now blogger, she writes from the heart about faith, food and family (what’s not to love). Her wisdom and experience make her an extraordinary voice within the expat community. “Giving Permission,” will resonant with anyone who has ever needed a little more patience, fortitude and peace during times of transition (meaning… Read More

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

Have you ever sat cross-legged and found it hurts? Then Yoga might be for you, or what I mean to say is…you need Yoga. This realization came to me over time (like when I hit 40!) My body started to feel as stiff as a candy cane. I’d wake up in the morning feeling as though Lilliputians had been hammering away at my joints all night—and lets face facts, it ain’t gettin’… Read More

It’s never good when you wake up to the doorbell ringing. In this case it was Uri, the bus driver, asking “Is Jonah going to school today?” School??? I’d just stepped out of bed. I had on my robe, standing in the open doorway, freezing, the cold doing something at least to awake my fuzzy brain still brimming with dreams. No, I thought, no one’s awake, Jonah can’t possibly go to school… Read More