I say this with love. Some days, I am completely floored—often with laughter—at her completely skewed approach to life. Just the other night, we were having a nice time together watching television—I was crocheting, she was on the computer. Something I saw on TV inspired me to ask her, “If you could travel to any country in …
Author Archives: Erin Rehill
A Life-Altering Cup of Coffee
In a previous post, I wrote about some of my Frequently Asked Questions, all of which focused on my life in Istanbul. One of the questions that I almost always give the abbreviated version to is how I met my husband. Although I had previously touched on this in another post, I’ve decided to tell …
Gingerbread Men + Little Girls = A Messy Tradition
It seems to be that time of year again—back-to-back holidays. Lately, I can’t cook dinner without hearing holiday music coming from commercials announcing that Christmas is fast approaching. Just as I think it is too early to see these commercials, I also think it might be a little too early to write about them. That …
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Frequently Asked Questions: Istanbul Life
I’m a chatty person. I am known to easily strike up conversation with random strangers, and for some reason, elderly people seem to love me. Most of the time, these conversations come out of my dread of uncomfortable silences. The problem is, most of the time, these simple conversations often become longer—much more time consuming—discussions …
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I’m Not Really Here Today!
That’s right, today my blog is over at Take-2-Mommy as part of a series by New Jersey bloggers called “Jersey Mamas Got Blog.” Since Jenn—the fabulous creator of Take2Mommy—is the mother to two boys, she asked me to write a post about parenting my son. I readily agreed. Unfortunately, this turned out to be much more …
A Halloween Costume Nightmare
This is an update to my previous post The Halloween Overachiever. When I last wrote, I was beginning to feel the stress of another Halloween. In fact, I was already doubting whether I could actually pull off my daughter’s costume this year. This stress lasted all the way up until the last second when I …
a Book for My Daughter 