It’s been a while, I know. Two years, in fact. In my defence, I had a lot on my plate! Through a quirk of fate and connections, in September.
7 years ago
We’ve been home in Ho Chi Minh City for two months but I still haven’t unpacked Big Blue, the rolly suitcase we lived out of during our 10-month world.
9 years ago
Regular readers of my blog know that I love food, puns and dad jokes. And I’ve figured out a way to combined these three of my favourite things ON.
9 years ago
A chunk of Moroccan flat bread lands on the table in front of me. Another chunk thunks down in front of each of my kids. Fayza, Mohamed’s wife, is.
10 years ago
We’re taking a break from our usual programming today with a guest post from my awesome traveling friend, Jody E. I have been begging Jody for years to compile.
10 years ago
Every morning the power goes off at 5am. The cool breeze from the fan pointed at my bed stops, and I usually wake up. The 5pm to 5am power.
10 years ago
It has been an unbearably stinking-hot few weeks in Ho Chi Minh City. So I came up with a cunning plan to stay cool last weekend: a family day.
10 years ago
Neither of my kids had any blood injuries until about six months ago. Since then there’s been several trips to emergency, always at night or on a Sunday. There’s.
10 years ago