Last week I wrote a blog about our trip to Vienna and I realized that it was mostly complaining. Honestly, I find traveling with a toddler difficult. He has lots of energy until he doesn’t[…]

This past weekend our family traveled to WordCamp Europe in Vienna. Overall, it was an exhausting trip, and I am starting to question whether I should be taking my child to a conference or (now[…]

Sometime in the past ten years (maybe more) “tourist” has become a bad word. Everyone wants to be a traveler. They all want to claim their wanderlust and no one is a lowly “tourist.” Although[…]

Last night I drove again for the first time in over six years. Real driving. Not just around the corner or home to the store, but sixty miles an hour on a dark, winding road[…]

Living in Bulgaria, I think that my major issue with body acceptance revolves around accepting my own body. I have not experienced catcalling or disgusted looks on the street. No one comments on what I[…]

So I have my old letterman jacket. The one I begged my mom for in high school because I absolutely NEEDED it and I would wear it “FOREVER, I promise!” Yeah… I have that one.[…]

Peatuk’s language progression is still absolutely amazing to me. At the moment he is playing in the shallow waters of sentence construction. Usually 3-word sentences. Things like, “Daddy play Pipi,” (Daddy play with Peatuk) or,[…]

I have been thinking about killing off this blog lately. Honestly, it started when I was first in Bulgaria, as a wide-eyed Peace Corps volunteer, continued through marriage, moving to Turkey, settling in Bulgaria, and[…]

Saturday, it started snowing in Bulgaria. It was a light, constant snow. By Sunday morning, the city was pretty much snowed in. Since it was our day off, we decided it was perfect timing and[…]

Lately, my mind has been tripping along the roads of fidelity and commitment. Of open relationships and the meaning of poly. Of being an adult and married with a kid. Of being seen as “straight”[…]