I went to a funeral yesterday. My great uncle passed away. Three different people spoke at the funeral, including another great uncle. And they all told stories about Uncle Billy. We laughed a lot there, all boxed up in a stuffy funeral home and surrounded by funeral flowers. He wasn’t rich or famous; he was …
I hit a bird on the way to church today. It flew right into my van, and I couldn’t avoid it. In my side mirror, I watched the black wings stutter and the body fall to the ground. At church, I looked at the new icons. Jesus is finally in our dome, as he should …
I’m proud to share that The Pavilion, a literary magazine for expats and former expats, has published my essay “Water is Everywhere.” There was a smell in the air, when it would flood. Like damp rags, or a slightly moldy basement. It wasn’t quite a stench. We stood in our gazebo and watched the rain …
Dear Karissa, You are right to be happy. You are happy because you are home. Yes, you are a third culture kid, and you will always know that. But you have found belonging. Freedom. Awe. Friendship. You have friends at school and friends at church and friends at home. You have a caring family. Everywhere …
Steven’s grandfather passed away a week ago, and we spent last weekend with his family. Pa had requested that Steven speak at his funeral, so the weekend was difficult for Steven, not just because his Pa had died, but also because he had to help with the funeral and burial arrangements and responsibilities. When the …
