Death, Loss, and TCK Grief

Yesterday I unexpectedly found myself by a lone bench on an empty ocean front. A boat was just off the shore, solitary but securely anchored in the sea. I ached with the unexpected beauty, the symbolic solitude of the boat. I felt like this boat. Alone, but securely anchored. As I stood there, a scarf … Continue reading Death, Loss, and TCK Grief

Masala Dhaba Memories

Sights, sounds, and smells can transport us to places we love in mere seconds.  I hear the Call to Prayer and suddenly I am in Pakistan, walking the dusty streets of Shikarpur. I smell curry and shut my eyes - I could swear I am at the Marhaba in Murree. But I'm not, I'm in … Continue reading Masala Dhaba Memories

Remembering those First Days of a Newborn

It's my daughter Annie's birthday today. Annie is our firstborn. She ushered us gently into parenthood 32 years ago. On day two she slept so long that we sat around her woven Moses basket like we were humans examining an alien being. The conversation went something like this: "She's so perfect." "Yes. She is SO … Continue reading Remembering those First Days of a Newborn

On Birthday Cards and Aunt Charlotte

Each year for as long as I can remember, I would receive a birthday card from my Aunt Charlotte. It didn't matter where I was in the world - that card always came. While other aunts lived in nice suburban houses with picket fences and bay windows, Aunt Charlotte lived in the city - New … Continue reading On Birthday Cards and Aunt Charlotte

Dear Dorothy – A Letter to my Mother-in-Law

Tomorrow I will board a plane and travel to Florida for my mother-in-law's funeral. Since we found out last week, I have been thinking about death - how final it is, how permanent it seems, and how unreal it is until you are actually back in a place where the person lived. I read these … Continue reading Dear Dorothy – A Letter to my Mother-in-Law

Memories of Home – A Guest Post

Murree Christian School P.O. Jhika Gali, Murree Hills, Pakistan I can picture the scene as if it was yesterday.  I am lying on the top bunk in my dormitory. The louvered windows allow a mountain breeze to come through and the sun shines brightly through pine trees.  It is springtime in Murree and I am … Continue reading Memories of Home – A Guest Post

Isolation or Exposure?

Is God's protection realized, not through isolation, but through exposure?  We had been in Cairo only 2 weeks when our son Joel slipped and hit his head on the sharp edge of a bed.  He sustained an open cut right above his eye. With Joel screaming and bleeding profusely, we somehow made our way to the … Continue reading Isolation or Exposure?

When the Elephant in the Room is Bigger than the Turkey on the Table!

We here at Communicating Across Boundaries know that this might very well be an awkward holiday season for all of us. Families divided must now come back together around the Thanksgiving table. What on earth are we going to talk about? Here are a few suggestions to promote pre-Christmas “Peace on Earth” and “Goodwill toward … Continue reading When the Elephant in the Room is Bigger than the Turkey on the Table!

Third Culture Kid Gifts – Loyalty

It was New Year's Eve and I found myself freezing on a bus with no heat in a sub-degree midwestern winter. I was about to turn 20 years old. I had come to the United States from Pakistan at 18 and was in the middle of my college years. The trip had originated in Altoona, … Continue reading Third Culture Kid Gifts – Loyalty

Liesl Lives On

The first movie I ever saw was The Sound of Music. I was young - not more than seven years old, and our boarding school had obtained the movie from the Canadian Embassy to show to students.  From the first notes of "The Hills are Alive" I was enthralled; at "Do Re Mi" I was smitten; … Continue reading Liesl Lives On

Honoring the Past; Rejoicing in the Present

I woke up tired - tired in the best sort of way. How do you capture an event that weaves your past and present together, giving you a tapestry that includes not only memories, but also a sense of being grounded in your current reality? This weekend brought together a group of people aged 16 … Continue reading Honoring the Past; Rejoicing in the Present

The Magic of a Picnic

When our children were small, and our bank accounts smaller, we would look at each other, laugh, and say "At least we can picnic!" And picnic we did. On lawns and in front yards, at rivers and on beaches, in play grounds and even indoors - there was always time for a picnic. Picnics have … Continue reading The Magic of a Picnic

A Marriage and a Mirror

This past Friday, my husband and I celebrated our 32nd anniversary. Along with our anniversary, we celebrated a milestone - we met our first grandchild. There was something deeply moving about holding this small bundle of baby, knowing that he has no idea how beloved he already is. He is born to  parents that wanted him, planned … Continue reading A Marriage and a Mirror

The Story of a TCK Friendship

The first picture that was taken of me with my friend Lois was on the shores of the Dead Sea. There we are, two little girls - one blonde, the other dark-haired; one taller, the other shorter. We are holding hands with our fathers and we are oblivious to the fact that our lives are … Continue reading The Story of a TCK Friendship

On Making Recent History

I leave my Cambridge apartment mid-morning on a Friday. Usually I would be walking, but I am going to a store that is too far so I pull out of my driveway in our small, city car. The first person I see is our neighbor, Christopher. I wave and he waves back, a smile on … Continue reading On Making Recent History

When Faith Roots Go Deep

I sit in church, watching as children file slowly up to the front of the sanctuary. It is Easter Sunday in my parents church and the children are playing in a bell choir. The strains of "Just as I am, without one plea" begin coming from the speakers and on cue yellow, red, and blue bells … Continue reading When Faith Roots Go Deep

A Tribute to a High School Principal

Mr. Roub was principal of my elementary, middle, and high school from the time I was six until the time I graduated. There may have been a year or two in there where he was on a well-deserved furlough and Mr. Nygren took over, but overall it was Mr. Roub. He was a big man … Continue reading A Tribute to a High School Principal