"There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind." ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Dorothy Ann Pancoast (nee Bercher) was born in Cicero, Illinois in November of 1923. Her mother called her Dots. Cicero was a small town, and…
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Fun, Fireworks & FOJSBO: Missing a Livermore 4th of July
Though we're currently celebrating America's Independence Day in Oslo for the fourth time in a row, and though we're watching soccer as part of that celebration, Jonathan and I do miss lots of things about being home for this wonderful holiday. I rooted around through our photo bank for a…
Livermore: This is my town
It's not uncommon for expats to, over time, develop an even deeper, more keenly felt affinity for their own hometowns. Absence often has that affect on the heart, or so I've heard. Then again, I've always loved Livermore, California. Not loving Livermore was never the problem. We left for other…
Hollywood's Golden Age: Who's still with us?
Yesterday, we lost Mickey Rooney, the man a few of us still remember as that sweet-faced ball of energy who danced and sang alongside Judy Garland. He was Andy Hardy and Mi Taylor. (And, unfortunately, Mr. Yunioshi.) Because I was raised on the classics, I hate saying goodbye to these…
On Being Bossy
Go ahead and call me bossy . I've heard it my whole life. "Audrey, quit bossing your brothers." "Audrey is a bright child, but she's bossy in the classroom." As Sheryl Sandberg has pointed out in the last few months, the word bossy is aimed almost exclusively at girls and women,…
La Vie En Rose: A Mom & Daughter Trip to Paris
Paris is widely acknowledged as a city for lovers, but this September I visited with my mom. She flew in from San Francisco, and I flew down from Oslo for the rendezvous . Experiencing Paris with a gal pal is vastly different from visiting the same city on the arm of…
Thankful for Luck
My brother, Curtis, has a new blog, which I just discovered this week. Those of you who know Curtis won't be surprised that he has a lot to say about certain things, mostly regarding topics philosophical and/or political. I love that he's begun writing these things down and putting…
Visitors
When Jonathan and I decided to move to Norway almost three years ago, we knew only a few things for certain: We'd be able to travel more. We'd need warmer clothes. And we'd likely never receive any visitors. This last, we understood, because, unlike France or Italy or Switzerland, Norway…