Look what each of us is given— a chance in the other. A chance to learn, to be nutty, to get messy, to get hurt, to grow.

I’ve written a bit about the loveliness of expat life— about the beautiful shades of smiling mothers and children; the faces representing countless nations who waited for my family just over a year ago as we first walked down the brightly lit hallways of our new international school, ICS. I’ve written about acceptance and inclusion for children here in my life in Zürich, and I’ve touched on the wonder of the inquiry-based learning style my children now take part in. My three