©Illustration by Amy Aves Challenger Already this year, the dandelions spread their way across the fields around my new home, painting gold all that was green before. Then they left, moving on to become translucent circles dotting the horizon, waiting to blow off over the lake toward the Alps and the month of May. In their tiny seeds, some believe that dreams will be made by a child or perhaps a mother, and then whisked off into the sunshine to come true. I walk with my dogs,

Isn't it funny? I see his strength and tenacity more as he fights his disease than I could see during his years of health. And so this f

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