Busted: I Haven’t Been Recycling Properly

The fact that I’ve spent over twenty consecutive years in Seattle, should make me a recycling pro. In Seattle we have recycling bins, yard/food waste bins and then the dreaded everything else. I’ve become really good at not recycling lids and things that can’t be properly cleaned. And I’ve had a kitchen waste bin on […]

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My Top (and Not) Three List for June

I arrived in Denmark on June 11 and have been here for a little over two weeks now. I decided to take stock of what I’ve been most, and least, pleased with. Things I’ve been loving about Denmark this month: The weeds (not to be confused with just “weed”) – weeds are hard to love, […]

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Is it D? All of the Above?

It’s been decided: Nani will be attending a Danish school. The placement process has been fascinating. First, we went to an Education and Job Center at the municipality, where we met with a woman who asked us some basic questions. Which are Nani’s favorite subjects and which ones she doesn’t care for? What does she […]

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Midsummer Meetup

It was a chilly evening, but it was Midsummer – one of the most celebrated holidays in Denmark – and I really wanted to see some witches burn, so Nani and I joined a Meetup group. In Denmark Midsummer is celebrated a couple of days after the actual Midsummer, on June 23. Here it is […]

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Living on the Floor

Here’s a first world problem: living in a beautiful home, but without any furniture. I walk through this house often and imagine how I will decorate it (once Dave arrives and we tally up how much money we have left after paying for everything; our Seattle home will soon be on the market, but the […]

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“Little” Miss Chrissy

I’m in Denmark now and I’m not a fish, which means I need a bicycle. On our first day here we met up with our relocation agent, Rikke. She’s the savior and the devil, all in one. I appreciate her immensely, but sometimes she assumes things of me that I am not capable of. Such […]

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The Queen’s Garden

I was told that there is an American woman living on our street. Her name is Elizabeth and she has two kids, a boy and a girl, who are close to my kids’ age. Once Nani heard this, she wouldn’t leave me alone. “We need to go and knock on their door.” “And say what?” […]

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