For the longest time, I hid the fact that I was a Diplomatic Kid, I was either embarrassed, or somehow people made me feel like I lived a life of privilege. I am here it say, not sure why I was ever embarrassed, as my Father is one of my hero’s, and I definitely didn’t …
As a Diplomatic Kid, questioning your surroundings and the culture you were immersed with were a necessity, and they were always welcomed. As a Diplomat, asking questions without ever judging, was part of your job. When I look at who we have become as a society in North America, I realize, we are no longer allowed …
My obsession with doors continues, this time, vibrant and bright doors, making me imagine the lives and history behind each! For more door love, check out Door or Art, Doors and of course Door #3, Via Via Via via Please follow and like us:
When your first 7 years of your life are either in a communist country, where food is scarce, or in a country where you are perpetually sick because it is so dirty, food is not exactly something you get excited about. After living in Mexico city for 3 years, and being sick with EVERYTHING, known …
When I started this blog, I was fortunate to have saved every journal in my life. Which has guided my pieces on experiences in my past. Since I was a kid, I have journaled, chronicling the happy times, the culture shock and the crazy travels. I think it is important to journal, and to be able …
Diplomatic Immunity – it is one of the first things I hear every single time I tell someone about one of my childhood experiences “Well, if something goes wrong, you always have diplomatic immunity…” By the time I was 11, my Father had already started drilling into me the consequences of doing or carrying drugs …
I am switching things up today, and sharing a few photos one of my favourite places in the world. This is Maduradam in the Netherlands. It is a miniature village, nestled in the Hague. We visit this little attraction every single time we head to the Netherlands. It is absolutely brilliant, and magical. There are …
Let’s be honest, I never once thought that I would be an entrepreneur. While my husband was dreaming of creating something of his own from an early age. I was dreaming of working for the UN. It seemed pretty natural, my Father was a diplomat, I grew up around Foreign Policy, negotiations, Foreign Aid, International …
My Father’s favourite saying of all time was “at the end of the day…” it was a saying I heard almost daily, and it drove me nuts. I would roll my eyes, and walk away from the conversation, never really, truly paying attention to what my Father was actually trying to say to me, or …
Via It has taken me more than 30 years, to finally figure out, and admit, that I had been fighting a war with myself. From birth, I was taught that my life revolved around my Father’s career. I learned to sit with my legs crossed, standup when someone else enters the room, to write thank …
