Uncovering, telling and sharing these stories is my personal way of battling the odd loneliness and confusion that accompanies being a TCK. Particularly in a world becoming more tribal, intolerant and blind. What we need now more than ever is humanity, and how best to spread that? Through stories.
As my dad twirled me around the vinyl dance floor, my eyes teared up with the realization that this moment may never happen again.
My father fits into three “rare” categories. He’s a U.S. military veteran, an expatriate, and a single-father. That last category is perhaps the rarest - particularly since he was one of the only single-father expats allowed to live in Saudi Arabia.
A striking gathering of different generations of women in Toronto, Canada hosted by the one-and-only, Geri Savits-Fine and her daughters, Rachel and Isabel.
According to the hawks back home, I’m not supposed to trek into the holy land of Makkah to Mada’in Saleh. A young, American girl who listens to the Dixie Chicks, can barely handle the potency of Saudi tea, and flaunts a pink backpack shouldn’t be here.
In the vast world of blogging, the Liebster Blog Award is a gentle, virtual hug from a fellow blogger. I've been nominated by the 2trvlrs, a wonderful couple (Theresia and Dave) who galavant around the world together and post gorgeous pics... Continue Reading →
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