Rock, paper, scissor those thighs

A few weeks ago I joined a gym at one of the nearby resorts.  It’s not really an open gym that advertises for members, but more the type where you have to know someone to know about it.
I decided to join because I have a bit more free time than I’m used to having.  To [...]

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A soul that’s been cleaned and pressed

Growing up as a PK in Minnesota, I learned a lot about patience.  Not because it was something that was strongly encouraged as a belief to hold onto during Sunday school sessions, but because as a kid, I practically lived at the church on Sundays, Wednesdays during Lent and major holidays.
There was a gang of us church [...]

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Ave Maria and the Buttercream-Colored Girl

Or ‘How I know I’m not in Minnesota anymore’.
Stop signs are optional. 
This was discovered back during the white knuckle days of learning to navigate the streets.  There is one particular stop sign in the big city where everybody just kind of rolls on by.  I do it, too, but the initial thrill has worn off. 
In the beginning [...]

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Love, An Expat

I think I’ve finally gone over or at least seen the top edge of the expat wall instead of continually hitting it face first over and over again.
Until I started blogging about my expat experience, I hadn’t realized how many expats scattered about the world actually do blog.  There are entire communities of expat bloggers who blog like [...]

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