…It is the first day of the school year and I am going back to the same school where I have been for five years now. It is the same building, but to me it is not the same school.
If you are on the fence about attending the upcoming Families in Global Transition (FIGT) conference, please take a moment to think about where your globally mobile life has taken you so far. Then imagine being part of a community
The internet can be a scary thing, especially when advertising is ‘knowingly’ targeted to your interests. While browsing through my Facebook feed a few years ago, my eye fell on an advertisement for Global Mom: Eight countries, Sixteen Addresses, Five
School is out, and like most teachers, I am ready to tune out for a few weeks. However, before completely tuning out, I always like to take a little bit of time to reflect on what worked and what needs
Earlier this month I was back in the Netherlands, my passport – oh, wait, scratch that – my former passport country before I became Swiss. It was for the third time in four months, which admittedly is more than usual,
Last year, it was only four weeks after FIGT 2015 that I finally found the time to write about what I had learned from the conference. Fast forward a year later, and I find myself in the same place, listening
Three. More. Days. FIGT 2016: Moving Across Cultures: Bringing Empathy and Expertise to the Global Evolving Family. The keynote speakers. The Concurrent Sessions. The Kitchen Table Conversations. The Ignite Sessions. The Panel Discussions. Ruth Van Reken, Melissa Dalton-Bradford, Christopher O’Shaughnessy and
It’s been almost four weeks, but I am still basking in the afterglow of FIGT 2015. Lucky for me, I am literally writing this under the Tuscan sun in what my daughters have fondly been calling ‘our Italy house’. Our
“Where are you from?” the girl behind the ‘International Orientation’ desk of the University of Vermont asks as she looks slightly confused when the girl in front of me hands her two passports. “Eh, Pakistan and Switzerland.” “But which one
June has always become the ‘leaving month’ in my head. Like most teachers, I don’t think in calendar years, but in school years. We start in August (or September when we’re lucky) and we usually finish the year in June.