Embarrassing baggage

Embarrassing baggage

Twelve years ago, my husband and I moved to Ukraine. Two weeks ago, we moved back to Southern California. Packing up gave us the opportunity leave behind things that we shipped all the way to Ukraine that proved unhelpful, unnecessary or downright embarrassing. Reams...
From hats to friends

From hats to friends

When you live in Siberia with three kids, you spend a lot of time thinking about hats. Are our hats warm enough? Are they too warm? Are the kids’ ears fully covered? Do the hats slip down over their eyes? And the time-honored: “It’s time to go. Where are your hats?”...