home tonight

home tonight

This is Nico, the owner Hostel Flensburg, the place we called home last night. He is proof that good people still exist. We pulled into the hostel late, called his number and he actually turned his car around and came back to check us in. Actually, everybody we met at the hostel was incredibly kind. [...]

train hopping

10:30. Cold night. Our breath swirls in crystalized, fanciful designs.  The icy air dances as we glimpse another, colder, harsher world. A conductor rattles into the train station and kicks out a daddy and his children looking for a warm night. I feel helpless. Sad. "Mommy. Where will they go?" I've lived this mommy life [...]

shades of gray

'Csilla, my hair is orange.' It's not what you expect to say when the towel comes off for the initial unveiling. Nor does one anticipate your 7 year old son answering in the affirmative when you question whether his friend just referred to you as the 'lady with blue hair'. If memory serves correctly, my friend [...]

coming home?

When Alice fell down the rabbit hole, she landed in another world. All of us live that Wonderland moment as we come home to another culture. For almost half of my life, I have been making that once upon a time journey on both sides of the Atlantic. As we jumped from one airport pond to [...]

time stands still

time stands still

Sometimes yesterday seems to catch up and merge with today. Combines. Tractors. Rolling wheat fields. Beautiful golden yellow treasures of time stored for future generations to wonder. Time stands still and runs toward tomorrow. From the big city to the deep, rolling wheat farms of Washington, this is our last week in the States.  

mom’s losing it

mom’s losing it

There is a scene in Cheaper By the Dozen when the 7-year old twins are in search and destroy mode. In her final moments of sanity before her head blows up, the movie-mom who has birthed a dozen says in her final pre-blast off warning, "Mom's losing it." Been there. Done that. Numerous times. Every deputation [...]

two places

I find myself torn between the quaintness of Diosd, this small Hungarian village with a lot of German influence and the amazing life and diversity of Budapest.  To be honest, we live in both.  Our address is the last street in Budapest but the nearest anything is in Diosd.  It takes us 3 minutes to [...]