Keep the change

I stick a hand in my pocket and find a medium-sized coin, and I can tell which nation it’s from without even looking at it.  The metal of it feels wrong somehow; the face that kisses the pad of my thumb is a little denser and softer than what I’m used to now.  American…not Canadian. ... Continue Reading →

The mountains are calling

I broke up with Germany a little over a month ago.  This sounds terribly dramatic, but that was how it felt at the time.  I was unwillingly wrenched away from my former love and immediately snatched up by a new burly, flannel-clad suitor - Canada - without so much as a solicitation of my opinion... Continue Reading →

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