The nucleus of expat never-never land which makes this life feel like a bowl of cherries is this — the girlfriend groups. Without the girlfriend group your kids wouldn’t have play dates, your husband’s wouldn’t have friends and your life would be just ho-hum.
Sorry if this throws you off, don’t think you’ve been downgraded to the celebrity D list if the white Escalade shows up instead of the black. No need to panic. You are still important and I am sure People Magazine will still pay big bucks for pics of you scooping dog poo in your backyard.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Flipping the bird to Fox and Friends. We are setting our differences aside. Kandoras and abayas you should not hide. During this festive time we stand side-by-side
Whoa…what do you mean that’s a real pisser? I am no Lily Librarian. I have seen and heard a fair amount in my life but I didn’t expect my ten year-old to use the word pisser straight in my face.
Be careful over there! my American friends said to me. As if the Middle East is simply one big mosh pit of danger, mayhem and debris. Be careful doing what? I thought to myself. Choking on lobster, slipping on a marble floor, or poking my eye out with a canape skewer?
Cruising through streets and neighborhoods that we once loved reminiscing as we navigate our way through our own history. It’s about a trip down memory lane and fond memories. It’s about putting your hands on the wheel and feeling something familiar that grounds us to our past. Don’t take it personally, it’s not about you. It’s all about us.
Twice I was in a room filled with people who looked just like me — and it was odd. Nobody with dark skin. Nobody with a Middle Eastern accent. Nobody dressed in their country’s native clothes. Only white people, in white people clothes, having white people conversation — and I was bored.
