Expat life SG·Sep 25The Ladder Nobody Handed Us a Map ForWe arrived thinking we knew what school was. Our daughter’s first year taught us how little we understood.
C.A. Lorin·Sep 25The Strokes I Couldn’t TeachThe first character my daughter brought home was 火. Fire. Four small strokes, and I got every one of them wrong.
C.A. Lorin·Sep 23The Language of the Bus Stop at SevenThe school bus came at seven, and for the first week I stood at the stop with my daughter and no idea what I was doing.
C.A. Lorin·Sep 18The Report Card That Didn’t Say EnoughThe first time I saw my son’s homework, I laughed. Then I stopped, because he wasn’t laughing.
Expat life SG·Sep 18The Report Card That Wasn’t for UsWe enrolled our child in a new system and spent a year mistaking their scores for our own.
