Nineteen Days
Nineteen days. I feel ill to my stomach just by writing that down. In nineteen days we board that plane with a mountain of luggage and the barest semblance of a plan. We are flying to Melbourne and...
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Paul and I have been trapped in packing purgatory. When we decided not too ship our things and to bring only what we could fit into our suitcases, the process of moving out of our home took on a...
View ArticleA Guide to Flying with Older Kids (Ages 5-12)
In the past month I have flown solo twice: once for a long weekend in Sydney and once to the US for some family reasons. As a mother of three, I know it is a veritable luxury to travel by oneself. It...
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