It isn’t always wise to follow the time-honored axiom “Just Be Yourself.” The reason is simple: my family is from the U.S. Northeast, but now we live in England. If that doesn’t boil it down enough, imagine this: Tony Soprano of the Sopranos and Lady Mary of Downton Abbey seated next to each other at… Read More To the Manners (Not) Born
One of our dear friends is a native Dane. For years, we’ve admired his impeccable style and been the lucky beneficiaries of his incredible culinary skills. Because of him, we have always yearned to travel to Copenhagen and experience that same style and gastronomy on the macro level. Now that we live within a relatively… Read More Skole!
My mother came for a visit to the UK, our first American visitor. It was a wonderful visit, except that my mother was convinced I was trying to kill her the whole time. The motive was unclear (at first, anyway), but the methods were many: 1. Death by podiacide. I don’t think “podiacide” is a… Read More Mom Makes Landfall
It’s laughably late in the season to make plans to visit the South of France; we really didn’t have time to think about “summer vacation” while preparing for the biggest move of our lives back in the US. But I had no idea how desolate the streets of our London neighborhood would be come August,… Read More (Creme de) Cassis
As an expat family in England, we’re kind of like that spouse in a divorce who moves out of the house, has only partial custody of the kids and needs to find new friends because the ex isn’t sharing.