Author: Mary Frances Davidson
It’s Electric Car Time
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
Ah, the poor electric car. It has been a long road for you, hasn’t it? Clunky batteries that take a…
Papers, Please
“We clump ourselves into a group with other people who look, talk, and think like us because we feel safe…
Christmas Is A Lie
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
Like parents all over the world, I spent my December this year spinning an elaborate web of deception. I am…
Wrestling The Kraken: Moving to Iceland and the Directorate of Immigration
A friend of mine says: “The problem with living in Iceland is that every time you open a door, you…
I Need Pride
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
I have cried more tears into my keyboard over the past few months than I care to count. My recent…
Iceland, The Green Enigma
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
It is an exciting time to be an environmentalist in Iceland. Exciting, and a bit confusing. Nearly two million tourists…
Talk Small To Me
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
Icelanders have a lot of special talents developed over generations of practice. Drinking, for example. Making gorgeous and functional sweaters….
Scandalous, Iceland Style
by Mary Frances Davidson and Andie Sophia Fontaine
There are a lot of variations on what qualifies as a political scandal across the world, and Iceland has its…
Embrace The Suck! Tips For Staying Miserable In The Icelandic Winter
I am plagued by my American optimism. Even in the dark, cold Icelandic winter, my default emotional state is a…
Healthcare In Iceland Vs. The US: We’ve Got It So Good
Waiting to board the plane that would move me to Iceland several years ago, I had plenty of second thoughts….
Naked-Guy-In-A-Box: But Is It Art?
I’ve spent several hours over the past few days thinking about a naked man I have never met; there is…
Happy Takks-giving
Today is Thanksgiving, that oh-so-American holiday where we sit down with family and friends and stuff our faces and drink…
The Ultimate Walk of Shame: STD Testing In Reykjavík
Few things strike fear into the heart of a person like the thought of having a sexually transmitted disease. An…
Money Never Trickles Anywhere But Up: Seven Years in Iceland
Iceland has changed a lot since I moved here just over seven years ago. The scary part is what has…
Shave And A Haircut—Two Shots!
Barber offers a chance to get your hair cut as you enjoy a drink. Upon learning about this, my first…
Iceland: One Of The World’s Best Places To Have A Pussy
Yes, Iceland is one of the best places on the planet to have a pussy. Or, I should say, one…
The Tyranny Of Tiny: Size Matters, Iceland
Be warned, Iceland, your toes are about to get stepped on by a loud, pushy American. Any conversation about life…