I had a friend in Angola. Her name was Fina. She was beautiful. Her smile was pure. Joy overflowing. Her eyes were intelligent. Her voice...

As the new year starts, students are returning to school after the indulgent holiday season. Most children will be dropped off, or take a...

I am an American citizen. I have to be honest about that right off the bat (and clearly I have to use an American sport’s reference just...

Sundays are for the homesick For those gruelling runs alone For the heart pounding in an earthly body As the spirit longs for creation...

BALLET One, two, three, four. We dip our legs down and touch the floor. Five, six, seven, eight. We raise our arm’s to heaven’s gate....

The Queen has been on everyone’s mind recently. After her passing in September, I joined the millions of other Netflix users in...

A letter for my daughter, a third generation TCK. Dear Little One I stare at your little fingers curled into fists and wonder at the...

I haven’t written in quite a while. Life has been hectic and the time to sit down and formulate complete thoughts into digestible...

My American passport was on the brink of expiration, so last week I sent it to the US Embassy in London. Along with that renewal comes a...

I used to run a lot. An excessive amount. I used to be what those sweaty, Nike-wearing, time-checking early morning people call ‘a...

There is a dollhouse upstairs in Crieff. Painted blue on the outside with an unfinished shingle roof, it waits. It has four rooms, all...

"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."

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“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...