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.
Following the US-led strikes in Syria this week, there are global calls of praise for the swift action of President Trump, yet logical reservation by those who have seen this play before.
Penny’s findings leave readers with several questions. The most significant being, what does this mean for a democratic society?
A long walk, some beautiful snow, a pretty city and good coffee. That's all I need.
New Orleans is no ordinary city. Amidst the street grim, faded colors, and centuries old stones, walk artists, tourists, the poor, the rich, the foreign and the native. The religious and the disillusioned. The infatuated and the heartbroken. Everyone comes together to experience what this city offers – an overwhelming, almost choking sensation of both the vibrancy and dearth of life itself.
The history of IWD may be surprising. It began in NYC on March 8, 1909 and was organized by the Socialist Party of America to advocate in particular for "working" women. It remained a prominent day among communist and socialist organizations, parties and countries until the United Nations adopted it in 1977. Since then, it has been adopted by many different countries across political spectrums, and has been used as a platform to shed light on issues disproportionately affecting women and girls globally - such as displacement, poverty, gender-based violence and economic inaccessibility.
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.