It already feels like a month ago that we were savouring the last day in Michigan with old friends and strawberry cream pie. Crossing time zones lengthens time (and deepens wrinkles).
The next morning we hustled while our kids played hard with their neighbour friends, (more…)
When I was fifteen years old and still living in Ontario, my parents would not let me go to a boarding school in Michigan that I oh-so-much wanted to attend. I begged and pleaded and presented all of the convincing reasons (they knew, of course, that it was mostly about a boy), (more…)
Robert went to Spain in May for ten days to see if we could get our kids into an Adventist Christian school. Because it’s subsidized by the Spanish government, we couldn’t just pay tuition and enroll them.
This is what we did: (more…)