Mornings in India are communal, with the vast majority of society outside with the sunrise, hand-washing clothes, bathing at neighborhood taps, and brushing teeth on their front stoop. Even in prestigious neighborhoods in mega cities, the road will be filled with walkers, joggers, women outside watering flowers and men sitting, sipping their chai. And because […]
A friend interviewed me today for her website, and asked me about my last three years (spent living in India). I told her about God’s personal promise to give me “a garden, in this place” in Feb 2016. It has proved to be a defining moment in my journey, so I decided to repost this […]
I remember the big hullabaloo when Mother Teresa’s personal diary was published. People were so distraught that amid decades of staggering poverty and suffering, this saint could have experienced moments of faith crisis and struggle! I wonder if she listened from heaven and regretted putting those thoughts down with on paper. Or maybe she didn’t […]
I happened upon this half-written entry from 2015, and the complex nature of cross-cultural motherhood struck me again. This is my challenge to connect across barriers and differences- to share together as mothers in the joys and suffering of today. *** I stepped into the mountain hospital to get my tummy checked– in Hindi they […]
So, I just unpacked. Literally. The kind where you take your jewelry out of travel kits and you buy that organizer tray for a drawer and put your makeup in it. And the suitcase that’s always half-packed. That one’s empty now and put away. The next short trip will probably be in a few weeks […]
I have a love-hate relationship with blogging. It motivates me. It discourages me. The responses inspire me. It gives me a creative outlet and allows my volatile expressive feelings to be read by only those who want to read them (sometimes my husband needs a break).
“The days are long but the years are short.” Only yesterday did I begin to experience the reality of this little saying. I was sitting with a mentor and said, “I only have one year. Then Little Man will be in Kindergarten and Little Miss in preschool.” It came on like a light bulb as […]
I am worst-case-scenario-girl. My friends make fun of me. They role their eyes when I give warnings and stories that start with “I heard about a guy who died that way…” And therefore I’m also naturally the kind who packs twice the luggage because of all of the “what-ifs”.