After nearly three years, I am finally heading home to America for a holiday. My bags are packed, my tickets are printed, and my excitement levels…
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my parents were really mean when I was growing up. As in they were so mean that they…
One of my favourite things about holidays abroad is the opportunity to enjoy new foods. Of course, since my latest holiday abroad was actually to my…
Oh, yum! I went out to dinner with my lovely niece, Krystyne, last night and was reminded just how wonderful pizza can be. And it…
I am finally back in America after more than two years in Scotland—and after two emotionally draining days of international travel. I can’t really say that I’m…
I’ve written in the past about foods I miss from the Homeland, and I’ve shared tales of the amazing boxes I’ve received from family and…
I love root beer. I really, really do. It’s my fizzy soft drink of choice and I could drink barrels and barrels of the stuff.…
Avid readers of Just Frances will remember that I shared my thankfulness for “make believe friends” this past Thanksgiving. Well, it seems that my sister,…
I think that one of the worst things about the life of an expat or repat is dealing with food let-downs. Or is that just…
Faithful readers of other rubbish I’ve written since Paul died will remember the struggle I had the first time I found myself having to travel…