Tag: TCK
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Turmoil in South Sudan – Interview with American family who calls South Sudan home
On Christmas Day you probably were not thinking about South Sudan. At least not very much. I wasn’t. But, if you are the Faders, you were. They left their home and relationships in South Sudan for a Christmas holiday, not knowing their return would be tenuous. A year ago the Faders were featured on willtravelwithkids,…
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The Ill-Fated Feast – Mom’s perspective
As I recalled the account of a fateful holiday meal, posted yesterday on Communicating Across Boundaries, I asked my mom to recount the event from her perspective: That Thanksgiving is a bit of a blurr. Of course, I wanted it to be perfect. Dad had gone to Malawi, by train, to get our beloved students.…
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The ill-fated holiday feast
Today I have the privilege of writing a guest post for Communicating Across Boundaries. Marilyn Gardner of CAB is a passionate writer who covers a wide range of topics. I appreciate her perspectives on culture and Third Culture Kid (TCK) issues. She spent formative years in Pakistan and has traveled extensively, with a keen eye…
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A TCK gives birth
By the grace of God and with the expert coaching of my husband, I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy boy in September. He was eight days “late,” but they come when they come. The labor was, of course, excruciatingly painful. But it had a beginning and an end – and a completely worthwhile reward.…
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Moving to a country in civil war – a letter to my small children
Today I have the very distinct honor of posting a journal entry my mom wrote in 1988 before our family of six moved to Mozambique, a country in the midst of a brutal civil war. Over the course of this last month my mom has shared some personal details from her journals about the challenges…
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Up and moved to Bucharest, Romania – with four young children
Today meet Jake and Jessie in Bucharest. I am so encouraged by their story, up and moving to Romania because they knew that’s what they needed to do. One of my favorite quotes – “People of all cultures love kids, so they’ve opened a lot of conversations and softened a lot of people to us. …
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Raising boys in Melut, South Sudan
When I read the Fader’s blog from South Sudan I am always encouraged by the joy and vivacity which marks their lives. They live in the new South Sudan, a place most people would refuse to take their family simply because all they know about Sudan is what they’ve heard on the news. If…
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that store down the road with the foreign name. . . try it.
I find that after living in the same place for a year or so, I settle into my favorite haunts and hideaways. There is an occasional foray into the unknown, like my recent drive through an off-my-beat neighborhood because I needed something only carried in “that part of town.” I stay in my comfort zone, as most creatures do.…
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The first good-bye – 1986
In 1986 my family moved overseas for the first time, taking along all our worldly possessions and saying good-bye “for forever.” Today, I’m proud to have my mom as a guest writer share about that experience. Thanks mom! Traveling with children had always meant piling suitcases in the car — and blankies, a pacifier, diapers,…
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the side of the road
I have mixed feelings about the side of the road. When I was a kid, road tripping through remote areas of Mozambique, the side of the road was where the land mines were. Sometimes there were signs – “Perigo Minas!” Sometimes there were trenches and yellow tape marking areas where a de-mining operation was…
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