Don’t Apologize For The Good Bits

A girlfriend of mine removed her recent family holiday snaps from Facebook. I know this because I wanted to go back and have a second look, I was interested to see whether they'd tagged in the name of exactly where they stayed. The shots were, as they say, picture perfect. The beach looked beautiful, the food fresh, every shot said come to Asia … [Read more...]

Every Expat Parent Knows It…

Born in one country, living in another - the beginning of expat life. My first baby was 11 days old when we made our way to the airport. In those 11 days we'd taken part, like many before us, in the expat version of the Amazing Baby Race. From the moment our newborn had made an appearance my husband was on a mission - a series of challenges for … [Read more...]

Rescue Dogs Are Like a Box Of Chocolates…

When you rescue a dog you can never be too sure about what you're going to get. The beagle, a Texan, came from the Houston Beagle Rescue Association. An organization which appeared (from its website) to have dozens of middle-aged beagles with some serious baggage. Each beagle had an icon to click with a story to tell. "Her previous owners … [Read more...]

The Virtual Expat

I have moved into phase two of my expat and mothering life. No more baby groups or coffee mornings with a toddler at my knee. My children are sometimes out the door as early as seven in the morning to start school. They're pretty much left to their own devices when it comes to remembering to pack their clarinet or swimming gear (until someone can't … [Read more...]

So When Do You Get The All Clear?

A mate of mine called mid chemo, a man I've been friends with for over twenty years. He voiced his concern with an air of exasperation. "But when will you get the all clear?" It was the second time he'd asked and I wasn't providing the right answer. I was vague and ill prepared for the conversation. There seemed to be so much ahead of me … [Read more...]

Follow The Blinking Cursor

I began writing online in a hotel room, the natural habitat of a perpetual expat. With a blank page and a blinking cursor I typed the words with the idea of an online letter: We've made it! We are FINALLY here in Doha. We haven't quite arrived in the state we were hoping, the house in Houston is still on the market, the children don't have … [Read more...]

Why Christmas Chemotherapy is a Gift

I flew back to Australia a few days earlier than my family for a little bit of Christmas Chemotherapy. From the moment I was told of my treatment plan I began calculating how it was going to fit with the children and Christmas. If I was to have all four treatments in Doha it meant staying in Doha for Christmas, if I was to have radiotherapy in Doha … [Read more...]

White Middle-Class Mummy Blogger

I inhabit a very safe and kind corner of the internet. One could argue that I've created my online space with its own digital Feng Shui. My current daily issues: breast cancer, geographical schizophrenia, parenting of third culture kids, and long distance love in all of its forms - are perhaps seen as middle class, or even rich girl problems.  I'd … [Read more...]

Survivor Chemo

This week is all about survival. For authenticity I've thrown in a tribal council, an immunity challenge and a reward. I wake early and ready for work at around 5 a.m. At five in Qatar it's still dark, the house is quiet and there's work to be done in Melbourne where it's midday. Work is by far the best distraction I've found, a boss who makes me … [Read more...]

My Gang

It was done without a second thought, that's what made it so beautiful. The third traveller was on the phone to the first - I was driving and had asked him to make the call. "Hey Lizzie" said the voice of my twelve year old boy "Can you move a few of the beers from the fridge into the freezer, the Ford's are coming over for a drink and Mum and … [Read more...]