I’ve lived in three different countries: the US, Australia and the Netherlands. In two of those countries, the Netherlands and Australia, all children have access to no-cost dental care for basic dental services. In Australia, a dentist office was located near B.’s school. All I was ever asked was what school he attended and about … Continue reading A Child’s Death, Dental Care and Disability
Sid could definitely hang with these Brits!
The city was blazing with sirens on Friday. It was the annual Kinderbeestfeest, an event for around 1,400 chronically ill and disabled children, their siblings and parents. The festival kicks off with rides through the city provided by the police, fire department, ambulance service, Navy, Netherlands customs, Koninklijke Marechausse (Royal Military Police), the Red Cross, … Continue reading Kinderbeestfeest (Kid’s Animal Party) at Artis Zoo
When we arrived in the Netherlands almost 3 years ago, I was immediately taken aback when people spoke directly to my son, B. when we were out in public. Almost no one assumed that just because he had a disability he couldn’t speak for himself. There was no detectable nervousness or hesitation to deal directly with him. He … Continue reading Look Toward or Turn Away
After M. and I visited the Netherlands in the summer of 2012, we were fairly certain that the Netherlands was where we wanted to make our home. We started making definite plans to make the move. However, my daughter, K., who was just a sophomore in high school at the time, did not make the … Continue reading Higher Education in the Netherlands
The first question we are typically asked after explaining that our family moved to the Netherlands from the US is how we managed to do it. The most common ways to apply for a residence permit to reside in the Netherlands are: as a spouse or registered partner of a Dutch citizen; as a highly skilled migrant through … Continue reading Dutch American Friendship Treaty (DAFT)
I have a history with herons. We often walk past the Albert Cuyp market in the evenings when it’s closing. A cacophony of clanging metal and clashing boards, workers shout in unknown languages, hurriedly disassembling the stalls. Squeaking and rumbling luggage handling carts turned market carts careen down the street, moving products and materials to their … Continue reading Market Herons