I think I am pretty self-aware. This is probably an indication I am not. š So, it shocked me to realize that my default status in the world is one of privilege. It is still difficult to grasp and I want to say that it is not true. I grew up on a dairy farm […]
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I can remember when my wings sprouted and I longed to fly the coop. All I wanted was to be on my own and what I perceived to be free. I took any and every opportunity to do my own thing (for better or worse) and Iām not sure I even blinked when it was […]
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Iām not a fan of dirty little secrets. Dirty little secrets are laced with shame and create hiding and distance. I am a fan of having confidants and knowing how to hold a confidence. Oh the joy of being known and feeling safe enough to trust someone with a piece of yourself! I first became […]
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āFeeling so fearful and alone since moving as a trailing spouseā Last month someone found my blog because they did an internet search for that phrase. It reminded me how much pain a trailing spouse endures. I remember the struggle; I remember the suffering. And while whoever typed those search terms is actually not alone, […]
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The last several weeks have been nothing short of overwhelming: kindergarten graduation high school graduation soccer championship realizing I probably need shoulder surgeryā¦ again fun with overseas visitors ā friends we know from Africa who are either studying in the States or were visiting their former colonies camping two brand spanking new licensed drivers unexpected […]
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In this age of social media it is so easy and tempting to be seen. I can post an Instagram of my daughter and I reading a book, or what I am chopping for dinner. I can share a funny quote from my kids. And I have total control over how I curate these moments. […]
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āStaying alive is not about how fast or how slow you go; itās about how much margin you have.ā Thatās what a friend of mine here in Cambodia says when asked about how to not die while riding motorcycles in our little corner of Asia. And since heās been riding and racing motorcycles since before […]
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I wantĀ to hear God. I want to know his specific will for my life. I want himĀ to tellĀ me what to do next. I want . . . A Burning Bush It worked for Moses. When he was on Mt. Horeb and saw the bush that burned but didn’t burn up, heĀ went over to get a […]
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Iām Anisha, an American new (again) to living overseas. A year into life in Indonesia and the opportunities for making a fool of myself are endless. They are also endlessly hilarious if I let them be. One of my favourite things to do is swap stories of culture and language blunders with fellow cross-cultural workers. […]
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Todayās post has been submitted anonymously as a follow up to a piece published here, at A Life Overseas, in 2013. Today we hear from the daughter of āJessicaā that wrote that article in 2013. Ā ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ āKoman ou di?ā – translation ā āHow do you say?ā That is how it all started. As an eleven-year-old […]
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A few weeks ago, someone who is moving overseas contacted me. This is her first time living overseas, she is going into the unknown, and wants to be as prepared as possible. Here is what I said to her: Dear Lucy (name has been changed) Wow ā Iām excited for you and not a little […]
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When our past has cast a shadow Even sunshine canāt dispel, There is One who knows and loves us Who will meet us at the well. _ When our first loveās far behind us And weāre shocked how far we fell, Look how far Heās come to save us. Look! Heās waiting at the well. […]
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