“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.


“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.

It’s been two years since I fist arrived in the US. It’s been a fascinating and, at times, tiring journey […]

Each time I go to see a Michael Moore film, I walk away feeling a mixture of gratitude and despair. […]

THE RITUAL OF COFFEE DRINKING is very particular to a culture. Argentinians and Italians down their espresso standing up at tall tables in a three-minute pit stop. Colombians drink small cups of sugar with some strong coffee, no milk. Australians….

One of the things I like best about living in the United States is being able to explore my character […]

I’m dealing with a crisis of confidence from incomprehension. It’s been 1.5 years since I arrived in the USA and […]