Next Stop Kurdistan

We head to the airport in Doha Qatar early in the morning. Already the air is heavy with heat. Humidity is high and my husband’s glasses fog up as soon as he steps outside. The majority of Qatar is not Qataris but those in Qatar for work or travel. It feels like a fascinating and … Continue reading Next Stop Kurdistan

About Iraq….

"Now, about Iraq...." We wish we had money for every time someone has asked about our future plans with that sentence! There are a number of questions we've been asked and a number that we have overheard, so to simplify things here is a list of frequently asked questions. You're moving where? We are moving … Continue reading About Iraq….

That Magic Word – Home

My younger daughter was recently in Toronto at the wedding of a friend. On return she had some difficulty with her ticket and had to go early to the airport in order to clear it up. As she was talking to a woman in security, she said "I just want to get home." Responding with … Continue reading That Magic Word – Home

The View Becomes More Precious

Days are passing by quickly, and in every situation I am keenly aware that life as we know it is ending. The other day I sat on my porch in early morning. It has been hot and sticky, with little relief. The small air conditioner in our living room window combined with multiple fans on … Continue reading The View Becomes More Precious

Mountains of Transition

I'm on a balcony in South Carolina looking across at a lake and then mountains. There are mountains, and then more mountains, and beyond that, there are even more mountains. My view is stunning and soul-quieting; soul-quieting during a time where my soul deeply needs rest and my heart is beginning to feel the deep … Continue reading Mountains of Transition

On Patriotic Parfaits and Competing Loyalties

The picture shows a perfect patriotic parfait: blue jello, white whipped cream, red strawberries. Above the perfect parfait was a sign that read "Patriotic Parfait. These Colors Don't Run!" Click the mouse and there's another version - blueberries, whipped cream, strawberries, more whipped cream. Red.White.Blue.Red.White.Blue - the colors echo through the dessert. And indeed, it is gorgeous.  … Continue reading On Patriotic Parfaits and Competing Loyalties

The Last Week – A Graduation Story for the TCK

It is the last week of June and graduation season for this year will soon be behind us.  In any culture, graduations are milestones and rites of passage. They are filled with excitement and butterfly stomachs, a clear sense of accomplishment and an expectation for what might lie ahead. But for the third culture kid, … Continue reading The Last Week – A Graduation Story for the TCK

Graduation Gifts for Your TCK

Every where I look I see graduations. Cambridge and Boston are alive with the activity and color of students who have finished their college or graduate school education. From the bright red gowns of Boston University to the maroon gowns of Harvard, you can't escape this season. And neither can your third culture kid who … Continue reading Graduation Gifts for Your TCK

If You Had a Few Weeks to Live, Where Would You Go?

If you had a few weeks to live, where would you go? A few years ago, writer Roger Cohen asked this question in an opinion piece in the New York Times called “In Search of Home.” He talked about the “landscape of childhood” that place of “unfiltered experience, of things felt rather than thought through, of the world in its … Continue reading If You Had a Few Weeks to Live, Where Would You Go?

Home is Not an Answer to a Question

"Home is not an answer to a question. It is my grandmother’s front porch where I first saw how dark the night was supposed to be. It is the swimming pool in our first apartment complex in Portland where I learned to see without looking, underwater with my eyes closed like the mermaid I knew … Continue reading Home is Not an Answer to a Question

I Hate Saying Goodbye

It’s a sunny day in Thessaloniki. The sky is indescribably blue and Mount Olympus is in full view, the snow capping its peak like marshmallow fluff. From far away snow is so pretty! I got up early, knowing that I didn’t want to be rushed, instead opting for a leisurely coffee and pastries. We came … Continue reading I Hate Saying Goodbye

Amphibians, Chameleons, and Cross Cultural Kids

"But those people who are fishes out of water were often the most vibrant ones in the room. I’ve begun to recognize a social type, the Amphibians — people who can thrive in radically different environments." David Brooks "The Rise of the Amphibians" In a recent article in the New York Times, David Brooks writes … Continue reading Amphibians, Chameleons, and Cross Cultural Kids

No Better Place Than This…

"Third culture kids, immigrants, refugees, foreigners." "We find each other in unlikely spaces. In the shared experience of other, we find belonging and rest, whether in a short ride to an airport or a long-distance phone conversation. These moments of connection seem to come at the right time, sustaining us until the next encounter, preventing us from … Continue reading No Better Place Than This…

Normalizing Departure

"...but we also knew what it was like to feel temporary, to keep your eye on the clock, to normalise the inevitability of departure so completely that you didn’t think about it, even though you always thought about it." It was six years ago when my mom told me that from age 6 through age … Continue reading Normalizing Departure

On East and West (and In Between!)

A few months ago I was invited to do an interview with Orthodox Christian Network. The interview was with Father Chris Metropulos, President of Hellenic College Holy Cross in Brookline, Massachusetts. I was invited to respond to several questions about growing up in Pakistan, about living in both Pakistan and Egypt as an adult, but … Continue reading On East and West (and In Between!)

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