I won’t be able to share the ins and outs of a town, a culture, or even a country because I’m a collection of so many. I’ll pass on pieces of languages and parts of places but hardly anything whole. I lost the potential to be an expert on anywhere, or anything, decades ago.

The leaves burst forth with an iridescent crimson gleam. A silent gasp for a final applause. They drift, torn from home by wind gentle and violent alike, finding respite on the cold, muddy ground. There they wait. For boots to trudge over or for jubilant wellies to crush their scarlet symphony into the blue, crisp air.   The trees let go. The leaves fall away from all they know. They land anew, foreign and wait for a new fate, surrendering with defiant beauty to the changing

As a TCK, grief is a given. If you’ve read anything about Third Culture Kids, you’ll know that grief is part and parcel of the global...

Earlier this year, Marie Suazo kindly asked me to join her podcast for an episode. We discussed my experience as a Third Culture Kid,...

This morning I had a wonderful opportunity to talk with Marie Suazo, the host of Talks with a TCK Friends podcast. More details about...

The moments after that final gasp That plea for mercy, the Son’s call Out of the Forsaking Father’s grasp He hung, wilted, a crime-less...

I had a friend in Angola. Her name was Fina. She was beautiful. Her smile was pure. Joy overflowing. Her eyes were intelligent. Her voice...

As the new year starts, students are returning to school after the indulgent holiday season. Most children will be dropped off, or take a...

'But our citizenship is in Heaven, and from it we await a Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ.' - Philippians 3:20 ESV I have two birth...

I am an American citizen. I have to be honest about that right off the bat (and clearly I have to use an American sport’s reference just...

Sundays are for the homesick For those gruelling runs alone For the heart pounding in an earthly body As the spirit longs for creation...

Last month my cousin came to visit for a weekend. I took her into town for a bit of Christmas shopping. We pushed my child’s pram against...

Maps and Birth - The Guilt of Not Belonging A few years ago I wrote a post for a friend’s blog. I wrote about my experience as a TCK and...

BALLET One, two, three, four. We dip our legs down and touch the floor. Five, six, seven, eight. We raise our arm’s to heaven’s gate....

The Queen has been on everyone’s mind recently. After her passing in September, I joined the millions of other Netflix users in...

A letter for my daughter, a third generation TCK. Dear Little One I stare at your little fingers curled into fists and wonder at the...

I haven’t written in quite a while. Life has been hectic and the time to sit down and formulate complete thoughts into digestible...

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus All the glory evermore to Him When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat Yet not I, but...

You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep. Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your...

Grief unheard Grief unspoken Grief unseen Grief well hidden Grief turned to action Grief buried deep Grief unknown, unbidden Grief unable...