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.