In halcyon days BC (before children), Barb Taub wrote a humor column for several Midwest newspapers. With the arrival of Child #4, she veered toward the dark side (an HR career). Following a daring daytime escape to England, she’s lived in a medieval castle , a hobbit house, and a magical Scottish isle with her prince-of-a-guy and the World’s Most Spoiled AussieDog. Barb is amazed that she’s just published her sixth book, despite still struggling to communicate with her neighbors and translate from American to English.
What Americans call soccer, British call football. What Americans call football, British call incomprehensible. And what Americans call a three day match where often nobody wins and where players might wear a box (athletic cup) to protect their goolies (family jewels) in case someone bowls a wild googly (god knows…), British revere as cricket.
For more about Barb’s life and those translations, please click here.