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When Your Home is Out of Place
There is a dollhouse upstairs in Crieff. Painted blue on the outside with an unfinished shingle roof, it waits. It has four rooms, all...
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iona.grace
Mar 28, 20207 min read
Let Us Mourn.
"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."
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iona.grace
Jan 23, 20207 min read
On the Road to NOLA
Childhood Exhausted. Little eyes twinkle closed to dreams of grape juice laughs and grass stained knees. Child, you are savage, wild, and...
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iona.grace
Nov 11, 20198 min read
On Their Home, Not Mine
“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...
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iona.grace
Aug 1, 20197 min read
On Depression and Coffee
Friend, I heard you. In the depths of my grief. Your voice reached the furrows of my curled heart. I heard you In the coils of my foggy...
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iona.grace
May 30, 20197 min read
On Displacement – A TCK Story
At times we don’t know where we’re headed as TCKs. We can have the ticket in hand, the boarding gate memorized, the fluids packed in...
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iona.grace
May 28, 20191 min read
Grief Misplaced
I thought I could find you again I thought if I ran fast enough I would break back into time I would land, panting, twisting in a sweat...
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iona.grace
Feb 18, 20191 min read
On Crying -TCK memory
I cannot cry for countries that are not mine. I cannot cry for people who do not remember my name, know where I am, know where I’m going....
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iona.grace
Nov 29, 20182 min read
The No Culture Kid
In some places, a cat has nine lives I say we have a few more A cat jumps back in line swinging And we crawl back, more dead than before...
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iona.grace
Jun 30, 20186 min read
On Cancelled Trains and Unanswered Prayers
“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...
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iona.grace
Jun 27, 20188 min read
On Being Broken
We’re all broken. We’ve all been broken. You. Me. Him. Her. All of us. We’ve all been crushed, pressed. At some point, we’ve all turned...
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iona.grace
May 29, 20189 min read
On Words
Political Flashback: Michelle Wolf. Thoughts? White House Correspondents Dinner. Response? Hopefully your reply is somewhere along the...
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iona.grace
Jan 15, 201812 min read
On Some of Those Countries
“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. Before him will be...
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iona.grace
Oct 18, 20178 min read
On Praying for Change – Me Too
As I sat in my new flat in Cambridge, scrolling through Facebook, I was struck by the overwhelming amount of “Me Too’s” from my friends....
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iona.grace
Jun 13, 20178 min read
On Love and Loneliness
On Love and Loneliness I am a nurse. Often this means my days are long, busy, and exhausting. I am on my feet running from room to room...
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iona.grace
Apr 11, 20177 min read
On Brave Melancholy
melancholy what the sun does warm, is only external – the surface of rocks upon which i slither – a falling forwards, a call hither...
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iona.grace
Jan 23, 20178 min read
On Being a Woman – Tender and Fierce
Before I dive deep into the quirks of being a woman I must first assure you all of something. Though I wish I did not have to preface...
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iona.grace
Dec 4, 20169 min read
On This Earth
In light of recent political events the world seems to have shifted slightly, or rather it’s rocking back and forth subtly – like an...
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iona.grace
Oct 6, 20163 min read
On It Goes
The key scrapes in the lock, turning the metal knob until the door gives way into the living room. We tumble in, suitcases in hand,...
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iona.grace
Jul 4, 20163 min read
On the 4th
I stepped out in July, For a run, a short one mind. As I made the first step I was quick to realize This was the 4th, and memories flied....
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