by Deborah Quinn | May 20, 2017 | Children, expat, Kids, Politics, Travel
The first time I traveled from the US overseas with a four-year old, I packed cans of soup. Yes, soup. That’s what he ate. He was three, wildly underweight for his age, and he was my first kid. I happily paid the baggage surcharge in exchange for knowing that...
by Deborah Quinn | Nov 18, 2016 | Feminism, Gender, Politics
Poor Melania Trump. All she wanted was to marry a millionaire and settle down to an untroubled existence in a gold-leafed penthouse. Once she’d produced the requisite heir—the double-barreled Barron, whose exhaustion on election night mirrored the country’s—she’d...
