We need the vulnerable ones to unglue us from our selfies, our cliques, our over-packed agendas, our power-driven races to one more race.

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