Acceptance

Mom told me that you will always worry over one of your children more than the other. It’s not a difficult thing to understand–that one of your children will require more nurturing or perhaps more encouragement than the other. But like so many things, that comment means more to me now I’m a mom. My…

Seasons

Your ability to recognize the changing of seasons in life sharpens with age. It’s not that you’re inattentive when you’re younger, it’s just you haven’t witnessed enough of this phenomenon yet to discern its lessons of impermanence. I can tell that I’m approaching autumn. I’m not sure what it will bring, but I’ve stopped worrying about that….

Village

My hands approach the keyboard with a caution unfamiliar to them. I often write about personal things involving only me. To write about something that involves the lives of others adds a layer of responsibility that I’ve not had before. I find myself reticent. Careful. But writing is how I express myself. It is how…

Hard Choices

I’m halfway through Hillary Clinton’s Hard Choices, a book about her four years as Secretary of State. It is an interesting read. It’s not often I hear about the good the US does for other countries. Living abroad I’ve met a lot of people (mostly Europeans) who are eager to point out my country’s faults, and…

Family

I’m told you should never forget where you come from. That sounds like good advice, but I’ve always struggled with this because it seems nonsensical to me. I’m not sure I could forget my beginnings. It’s woven into my memories and helps to define who I am. My fears, motivations, and perspectives are rooted in…

Grace

Grace is one of those words I struggle to define. It’s grown to mean more than just elegance or poise in my opinion. It’s a word that I’d use to describe a woman, never a man, and this distinction intrigues me. A man can have finesse, but that’s not the same thing as grace.  To my mother,…

Kampong

You make friends fast when you’re an expat. You’re a little more receptive to differences and your boundaries for “normal” are forcibly expanded. Everyone becomes a potential friend. The people you’d form an opinion about back home are the ones who come through for you when you’re in a pinch. I’ve lived abroad since 2001 (minus a two-year stint in…

Mosaic

Headlines are overly sensational. I suppose they have to be, but I wonder what the headlines read like in the days of the herald. We are living in Orwellian times. Governments spy on us. The truth has leaked, and it’s up to us if we want to do anything about it. Yet, I wonder if we’ll do…

Observe. Accept. Release.

As a parent you need a village of support. I now understand why families remain in the same town all their lives and why the prodigal son is such a powerful tale. Parenting is a transition period, and sometimes the person you grow into is not someone you’d ever thought you’d become. I have a…

Reinhardt

I met a man named Reinhardt on my way home from the playground this morning. He walked up beside me and said that I looked happy. I was wearing a smile. “You look at peace with motherhood, confident,” he said. I had to laugh. He caught me on a morning when I had slept well…

Happy Holidays – Blog Tour

Thanks for stopping by the Holiday Blog Tour. This is a short fiction piece I wrote out of the blue. It was inspired by a Facebook post from a very dear friend, Lori (from Goddard).  When you’re done, don’t forget to visit Nikki Kallio tomorrow, 19th Dec. I hope you’re enjoying the tour so far….

A Holiday Blog Tour

(Photo used through Creative Commons and taken by Flickr user Cliff.) I’ve worked on Christmas Day. I was in Japan. Christmas isn’t a holiday there. I find that a lot of my traditions and values are a result of where I was born and to whom. Christmas is special to me because it was special…