The 1.3 million people Brexit has ignored

I’m one of them, are you? You know, one of the estimated 1.3million British expats/internationals/immigrants living in Europe on our status as being part of the EU. We moved here legally. Work legally. Have bought apartments and houses legally.

But, now what? Who cares that OUR rights have just been changed by other people. I see a lot of talk about the worries of EU immigrants to the UK but what about US?! We left with an open border and find ourselves threatened by a shockingly closed one.

Are we part of the “negotiations”?

Are we supposed to move to UK and forget our lives abroad?

Where is our platform for discussion? Who hears our voices? Who will calm our souls over our  foreign-born children and our now mismatched legal statuses abroad? WHO IS REPRESENTING US????

I have few answers and too many questions but one thing is for sure: I’m done being quiet about this.

1.3million. We have a voice. Let’s use it together.


photo credit: BBC news and used without permission. Just like how I didn’t give permission for my status to change.

What’s so wrong with a bit of LOVE?

This morning I had to take baby girl (OK she’s 6 but she’s still my baby) to get her latest round of vaccinations. As I waited for her to come out of her class, I opened Facebook to take a peek at what was going on around the world. I clearly saw two very distinct types of posts today:

1 – families, lovers and friends declaring their love and wishing people a Happy Valentine’s Day

2 – angry smug or mocking posts around the lines of ‘I don’t need someone to make me feel good about myself’ about Valentine’s Day

This left me wondering, ‘are these are only options on the 14th of February every year?’

I get it. Valentine’s Day seems cheesy and commercial. I’ve been single, heartbroken, newly loved up, engaged, married, and everything in between over the years of this day passing. I’ve had my own ‘only idiots think it is cool to celebrate Valentine’s Day’ thoughts, too. Trust me, I’m not an easy convert to this ‘holiday’.

But something changed in me the last few years. I think LOVE, in all of its forms, deserves more notice than we give it and I no longer find it cheesy to do it once a year, I find it sad we need a reminder!! We’ve somehow forgotten that all love is important to discuss and celebrate. We’ve forgotten to take notice of love and let me tell you, it matters.

Love matters more than hate.

Let me repeat that. Love matters more than hate.

So why don’t we give it the attention it deserves? Why do we make fun of people that choose to use February 14th as an excuse to pause for a moment and say ‘oh yeah, I should spend some time with you focusing on our love’?

In our world right now we are inundated with constant reminders of hate. Hateful elections. Distrust of politicians. Fear-based public votes. Fearfulness of immigrants and refugees. All kinds of HATE and fear around the world are winning the global discourse battle.

We will never beat hate with more hate.

So love each other. You don’t need a husband or wife or partner and a white picket fence to tell someone you love them on Valentine’s Day. You need sincere and honest emotions. You can send a Valentine to a best friend you haven’t seen in awhile. Call your mum and wish her a happy day and tell her you love her. Hug your children and tell them how important love is in the world. Love shouldn’t be ridiculed in whatever form it takes. We have let cynicism and the fear of looking cheesy dictate how we act for far too long.

I’m writing this today, the day AFTER Valentine’s Day but I’m going to remind all of you early February next year to remember this. Love matters more than hate.

It always will.


Photo credit: Fotolia


Good Morning, America…

I’m not going to berate you, America. You had a tough night. Whether you feel your party won or lost, everyone is in a state of shock. You don’t need more advice, you don’t need a pity party and you do NOT need to be told to flee your homeland. Just take care of yourself, remember that the future isn’t written yet and anything can happen. I understand your fears. Truly, I do. I woke up at 4am to watch and text with my American father and immigrant mother living in Florida. It was not the result we had hoped for but things happen. Now is the time to heal and try to come back together as a nation.


Be kind to yourself, America. You deserve it.


Photo: Fotolia