How do adults make new friends? I’ve come to realize that even though I complain about making new friends I’m well versed in how to do it. This is a function of having moved dozens of times and also because I was often the new kid who got picked on. I developed a thick skin and a need to help others feel welcome instead of rejected. Rejection sucks. A few things to consider first: People feel naturally friendly toward other people they see for a short while on a regular basis

Tibetan monks sometimes make mandalas, intricate designs of colored sand painstakingly created in a non-windy section of the monastery. They make them, and then promptly destroy them, to remind themselves of the transitory nature of being alive. In short, the sacred version of a jigsaw puzzle. Moving is my mandala. I lost count around the thirtieth move. I’ve been living in a frozen city these past few months but now we’re moving again. Destroy the mandala and order more colo

What’s better than moving to the other side of the planet with a two-year old? Doing it again with a six-year old and this butterball baby-boo: You read that right; we’re moving again! Some of our old and current passports. The six-year old has already been to nine countries. The kids will have permanent residency or nationality for four different countries. Most of the time I love being a global citizen because I can have a neutral outsider’s perspective on many important is