A letter to my (step)children

By my mid 30s I had not yet met the man I wanted to marry, and by then I knew that I would never have children of my own. I made peace with the fact that if I did find “Mr Perfect” he would probably come with children of his own. And that is precisely…

A re-post from Dina Honour

I feel the need to share this because it touched a nerve. Dina Honour is a writer and blogger (wine and cheese doodles) that I follow and normally she writes pithy observations on expat life abroad. This was an unapologetic departure from her norm. Maybe That’s Your World but it Doesn’t Have to be Mine. Maybe…