When I was in seventh grade, I started a new school. The previous year had been my first year as a missionary kid in Thailand, and I’d attended a small school that was basically more like a homeschool co-op for MKs. It was a fun experience and probably a good way to adjust to life …
I called it a gazebo, but it was really more of a covered porch enclosed on two sides by fancy wooden lattice railing painted off-white. The floor wasn’t the grainy wood slabs or the rough concrete of American porches; it was covered in what looked like peel-and-stick vinyl flooring designed to look like brown bricks. …
My husband and daughter were just in a community theater production of the musical Ragtime. I had never heard of this musical, but now that I’ve seen it, I can attest that it is one of the most moving musicals I have ever seen. (And both Steven and Madeleine did a fantastic job!) Ragtime is …
I’ve been sitting in a lot of meetings for English learners lately. In these meetings, there are usually a bunch of white, educated women sitting around the table. Teachers, administrators, guidance counselors, speech language pathologists, etc. Then the mother enters the room, often carrying a toddler, and sits at the end of the conference table …
Do you ever encounter something so profound that you can’t stop thinking about it? That happened to me today. Today I listened to a talk about all of the refugee populations in Nashville. The speaker was someone from Catholic Charities, one of the three refugee resettlement agencies in Nashville. While I have a bit of …
