"Can I have a mid-life crisis at 26?" I ask myself; standing opposite my reflection. The usually warm glow from my vanity now feels like harsh a spotlight.
As we all deal with the blowback of the recent events in Charlottesville, and the reactions from political leaders, I urge caution in the words we use. And caution in our actions so that we don't add to the fire of hatred, but find ways to effectively and systematically counter it.
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.
Dear Mothers, Thank you. Because it's not said enough.
In the expat and Third-Culture-Kid community, we often talk of "reverse-culture shock" but what about "reverse-religious shock"? Who else has consciously uncoupled with the religion of their parents?
As my dad twirled me around the vinyl dance floor, my eyes teared up with the realization that this moment may never happen again.
A long walk, some beautiful snow, a pretty city and good coffee. That's all I need.
SAFAR 
What a gun auction taught me about ‘middle America’
This is the truth: parallel worlds really do exist in America, and when each collide with the other they do just that – collide. For those of us who straddle these two worlds, we battle a constant identity crisis, because there’s no longer a common language or vision of what America can and should be.
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