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.
Expat life SG·Aug 18The Year We Learned to Watch the SkySome seasons you prepare for. This one taught us what we were really guarding.
C.A. Lorin·Jul 8Learning to Belong, One Weekend at a TimeThe first few months in a new country are strange. You know the address of your flat, but not the rhythm of the place. You can find the…
Expat life SG·Jul 8The Children Saw It FirstSome cities you learn by map. This one, our children handed back to us, lit up and brand new.
Expat life SG·Jul 1The Lights That Stay OnIn a city that measures childhood so carefully, we are slowly learning what it costs to keep up, and what it costs to opt out.
