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Your kids aren’t going to remember what you get them for Christmas. They’re just not. At least I don’t. My mother died when I was a teen, my dad when I was in my early twenties. And when I think of the holiday seasons with them, I remember them. I don’t remember their gifts. I […]

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When you just want to go home

by Jonathan Trotter on March 3, 2016

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I swim in the abyss of memories. People and places I cannot return to, and few know. It is a morass I voluntarily enter, knowing it will hurt, but needing it still. Someone should remember these things. Birthdays used to be happy occasions, full of cake and memories of years gone by. Now, birthdays are just […]

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I am five months into our time in Port Vila now, and it’s been almost six months since Cyclone Pam devastated large parts of Vanuatu. All things considered, we’re settling in well. One thing that’s caught me by surprise during this move, however, is how much I think back to Laos. We spent five years […]

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The Tree That Tells Our Story

by Elizabeth Trotter on December 23, 2014

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My parents came to Cambodia to celebrate the American version of Thanksgiving with us, and they stayed for the traditional setting up of the Christmas tree. After we finished stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments, and the youngest child had placed the heirloom angel from my husband’s childhood on top, we all sat down to admire […]

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