As I begin writing this article I am sitting on my balcony in a small town not too far from Geneva, with a beautiful view of the Swiss alps. I am listening to The Hip - Ahead by a Century, probably too loud. I don't care , I am feeling rebellious. Rebellious and nostalgic. Rebellious and nostalgic and another feeling I can't quite place. Vulnerable?
Saturday, across the globe, people participated in Women's Marches - this movement is not "just" for women, but for everyone. From Sydney, Australia to Vancouver, Canada, people gathered to march against intolerance, to take a stand for women's rights, minority rights, rights for lesbian, gay, transgender people, rights for disabled people, rights for immigrants… Continue reading I Did Not Go to the Women’s March
Years ago, I started writing about moving to Switzerland. My articles were surprisingly wildly popular, not just with the local expat community but with people back home who were interested in experiencing such a dramatic change in life vicariously from the comfort of their cozy homes. Twelve years went by in the blink of… Continue reading Becoming Swiss