Category: Through Frog Eyes

Of all the countries I’ve lived in and languages learned, the days of the week are pretty much the first thing I picked up, which

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars. The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment There are nights when I

This title may confuse some of you, especially those of you reading this in Portugal. How dare I think of the Basque country while sitting

For the most part, I have been fortunate with the location of my homes, whether it be proximity to shopping or transportation. In Berlin, everything

Once again Friday crept up on me, and this week I felt it in both my bones and soul. As I write this, I don’t