No, I’m an American

Yesterday on my way to pick up my children from their quintessentially Danish forest kindergarten, where they spend their days frolicking in the woods and playing nonchalantly near fire, I found myself without lunch in my gullet. Having been out shopping after a rehearsal that morning, I was…

We Can’t Go Out There

Friends, let me share a little story with you.

My Breasts are Here to Help

Readers, let me educate you about breasts.

LEGO Men

There is a little LEGO man in our playroom who sends my heart aflutter whenever I encounter him. He is ruggedly handsome, clad in denim overalls, with a knowing, somewhat come-hither, half smile on his face. I am pretty sure he is flirting with me but I try to play it casual when we meet, not giving him too…

Fastelavn: an epidemic of bun violence

Welp, friends, it’s Fastelavn in Denmark (just google it, okay?), and I figured that since we’ve been here for three years I’d try making the fabled fastelavns boller (a sweet bun) that drive the normally peaceloving Danish children to make violent demands of…

Danish Restaurant Review: Tortilla Flats Mexican Restaurant, Vejle

Tell Finn: Stop Screaming About The Damn Toast

(an online petition)

The Amigo

Friends, when you leave your home to live on foreign soils, you must anticipate a fair number of strange food encounters. Some of them will be highly disappointing, especially if you live in Denmark. Soon you learn that expectations are everything.

I Thought I’d Know More Danish by Now

Part 1: Faking It, Grocery Style