The Universality of Motherhood
The universality of motherhood has a tremendous power to unite. Let me tell you a little story. Earlier today, I decided to take the girls down the road to a nearby mall. Tuna appears to have outgrown...
View ArticleWhere Aren’t You From?: A Third Culture Kid’s Identity Crisis
The question “where are you from?” is a difficult question to answer. “Yes, of course, sir. If your daughter is Egyptian, then your granddaughter is also Egyptian.” The immigration officer greeting us...
View ArticleDear Motherhood, I Miss Me
I wanted to run away from my kids yesterday. Everything just kind of came crashing down all at once. There were several factors at play. Suddenly, I just felt tired. I felt alone. I felt like...
View ArticleHey Sleep-Deprived Mama, Take Yourself Out On a Date
If you’re a sleep-deprived mama that stays up late for no reason, I get you. No, really. I get you. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that at one point, someone has said to you: Okay, you’re...
View ArticleDon’t Let Me Forget Their Littleness
Here I sit, between them on my bed, the toddler on my left and the baby on my right. They’re fast asleep, peacefully dreaming of the things little ones dream about. If I listen closely, I can hear...
View ArticleWe, the Mama Martyrs
We, the mama martyrs, will never admit that this is who we are. We, the mama martyrs, are terrible at accepting help. We think we are somehow lesser mothers, or not entitled to sport that badge of...
View ArticleWhat Does Your Husband Do?: The Secret Identity of the Expat Wife
Of all the questions a modern woman expects to be asked when meeting someone for the first time, “So, what does your husband do?” is not one that would’ve been on my radar. In fact, it would have...
View ArticleI Won’t Tell You That You’re a Good Mother
I’m not going to tell you that you’re a good mother. I won’t even tell you that you’re doing a good job. Because when I do, you’re going to think back to this morning when your toddler threw that...
View ArticleThe Generation That Doesn’t Belong
I’m sitting in a café right now, tapping away at my keyboard, fully embracing the cliché of a struggling writer punching out yet another piece of their soul while surrounded by the wafting aroma of...
View ArticleI Know We Just Met, But Wanna Be BFFs?: What the Expat Sisterhood Has Taught...
Making friends has historically been an area fraught with uncertainty for me. They say that you carry your childhood scars with you, and I, like many of us, had my fair share of playground exclusion,...
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