When my wife and I moved to Asia with our two boys many years ago, we knew that the only communication we would have with our family would be through letters. There would be the occasional phone call, but phone calls were expensive and the sound quality was poor. Our parents would experience their grandchildren growing up only though photographs and ...
It’s official! We’ve reached the one-year mark. One year ago, my husband, our three young kids, and I – along with 13 suitcases of everything we owned – boarded a plane and moved to South Asia, where we’ve lived, worked, and learned for 12 months now. As I reflect upon taking this giant leap of faith this time last year, I find myself stuck in a world of ...
For nearly a year before our family moved overseas, my mind was constantly processing the losses my young children would soon experience.
The first time I walked into JinXiNanFang Hospital I was eight weeks pregnant.
While reading books on anthropology and history can give insights into cross-cultural living, it is much more fun to read novels that deal with these same issues.
“Make sure you say goodbye” I text these words to my youngest son, followed by “It’s important to say your goodbyes.”
War steals and destroys life. Refugee women give and build life.
Recently, I sat with a young friend over tea. She and her husband are moving overseas in a few months with their precious baby girl. As she shared her thoughts, fears and excitement, the memories of our first overseas move with children began to flood back.