A few years ago I met lovely, hilarious Annie in a sand pit. She was brave enough to meet me sight unseen in a Kansas City playground after I'd been quasi-stalking their blog detailing their life in Germany. Annie and husband Walt worked for our organisation at the time, and as often happens...Read More
It’s that time of year where women like me (and their long-suffering husbands) watch You’ve Got Mail and sigh for 90 minutes straight. We buy bouquets of pencils and take back to school pictures and meet the teachers. We start drinking Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (I've had two this week) and lighting our Pumpkin Spiced Candles and searching for Pumpkin Spiced Everything on the internet.
It’s a magical time of winds changing and fresh starts and all the glorious autumnal things that make suffering through summer worth it.
(Or if you’re in Ireland, “suffering” through the three weeks of summer in July, which isn’t really suffering because it’s windy and in the high 70s and you’re 20 minutes from frolicking at the beach or the mountains or the country, so when Autumn actually comes you’re surprised because you haven’t sweated through your skinny jeans yet. But I digress.)Read More