Posts in category "Living Abroad"

Knitting Without Needles

Every week I go to knitting; yet I do not knit. And despite being offered a bag of yarn and some mismatched knitting needles to ‘pass’, I must confess that I have absolutely no interest in knitting. After all, if I’ve free time I read. Madam Defarge I am not. So why would I go to... Read more »

After Brexit, a.k.a. Make Britain Great Again, What NOW?

At the top let me confess, I care about Brexit, or Britain’s Exit vote from the European Union. With close family in the UK, including two grandsons, it’s bloody personal. And not something to be taken lightly as the world’s stock markets showed the day after. As for the two celebrity Conservative leaders of the LEAVE... Read more »

Chicago Teachers Strike and Mayor Emanuel

The only April Fools today are the citizens of Chicago who foolishly voted back in Mayor Rahm Emanuel, the short-fingered (one especially so) politician. As for the Chicago teachers strike today, has anyone asked why Chicago property taxes don’t cover city services. Considered to have some of the highest property taxes in the nation, why... Read more »
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10 Days of Chicago Christmas; or 10 Reasons to Leave the Burg

Why would one leave Chicago? Let me count the reasons….and why I’ll sadly take my taxes to pay them in Massachusetts where the government invests in the citizenry. Yes Kristin. The public schools of 8-9-and-10 stars of 10 are actually funded! 1. The gunshot in front of our house Christmas night. Never reported by the... Read more »

Sustainability and the Death of Satire

In a three-tier theatre in the United Kingdom in a town known as Kingston (on-the-Thames to, as one comic said, make the town terms sound “posher”)–I sat with a young, University crowd to watch a very-English version of The Comedy Store. As ever, it brought to mind more questions than answers. The musings of a... Read more »

The Angel of Death

On June 22nd the Angel of Death whisked away one of the best of humanity in the person of my adopted sister, Rivkah Peller.   It was TOO soon Angel of Death, way, way too soon. Rivkah, the former Charlotte Wisniewski of South Philly, was in parochial school when she was punished by the nuns... Read more »
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The Killing Fields of Cambodia

The  infamous Khmer Rouge of Cambodia had their killing fields way back in the antediluvian 1970s, so why ruin a travel day by visiting the mass murder site today? To hear the voice of the dead. For me, it is a question of witnessing what happened in the past to share with the living of today.... Read more »

The Face of Cambodia

Exiting the Phnom Penh Airport, our bus takes a right turn toward the city via a four-lane road. It’s like Fairfield County US-1 (a.k.a. the Connecticut Post Road), jammed. The famous names of worldwide businesses line the streets amid tumbledown shops that a Chicago rainstorm would blow over. Though a stifling 95 degrees Fahrenheit afternoon,... Read more »

Why "Je suis Charlie" (and you should be too.)

With the attention of the civilized world riveted on the uncivilized murder of our fellow citizenry, another French provocateur’s statement came to mind. “I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.” Amen to M. Voltaire. Je suis Charlie! Freedom of speech is easy when... Read more »
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Super Bowl 2014 Tribal Ritual Time; or just pass the salty nibbles, please

Humans are tribal creatures. Just consider those who faithfully stomp through rain and snow to the Bears game. You can tell the Bears tribe by their chosen gear. Bears caps, Bear jerseys, Bears jackets and scarves, Bears-wear everywhere. It’s how the Bears show their affiliation to the  tribe. Some believe this affinity to herd with... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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