One of the best things about being an avid reader is discovering most writers, journalists and editors have a great sense of humor. Although content on the Robert J. Richey blog often includes some playful banter, a sense of whimsy, and occasionally droll satire, it often lacks the darker sarcasm found in our home—much to the chagrin of the big thinking, rocking hot spouse. Thankfully, news outlets everywhere provide a sufficiently combustible mix of solemnity, irony, and mockery to ignite one’s self-restrained stockpile of cynically sarcastic juices.
The five stage phenomenon is not limited to grief. Expats the world over experience a variety of intense, sometimes suffocating, occasionally debilitating emotions on their journey from denial to acceptance. Understanding those emotional stages is an important step toward a healthy, humorous expat experience.
I’m almost famous. I was wearing a suit for the first time in over nine months. I shaved this Sunday morning, a day earlier than usual; combed my hair, another rare act; and even applied deodorant. My wife, our driver, our son, and daughter-in-law (DiL)—the entourage—piled into the car. We were on our way to my first photo shoot and it’s companions: fame and fortune.