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Dear Little One
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...
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AUTHENTIC UNREST
A tired, third-culture-kid's journey
Welcome to authentic unrest, a home for some unique stories. authentic unrest has added such value to my life and I love having the opportunity to share my struggles with my mental health, my experience as a Missionary Kid, my growth and thoughts with other TCK readers. Read on, enjoy, be kind and be brave.
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On Passports and Identity as a TCK
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...
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When the Illness is Inside
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...
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On Their Home, Not Mine
“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,...
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On Displacement – A TCK Story
At times we don’t know where we’re headed as TCKs. We can have the ticket in hand, the boarding gate memorized, the fluids packed in...
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On Cancelled Trains and Unanswered Prayers
“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...
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On Being Broken
We’re all broken. We’ve all been broken. You. Me. Him. Her. All of us. We’ve all been crushed, pressed. At some point, we’ve all turned...
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On Words
Political Flashback: Michelle Wolf. Thoughts? White House Correspondents Dinner. Response? Hopefully your reply is somewhere along the...
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On Praying for Change – Me Too
As I sat in my new flat in Cambridge, scrolling through Facebook, I was struck by the overwhelming amount of “Me Too’s” from my friends....
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On Love and Loneliness
On Love and Loneliness I am a nurse. Often this means my days are long, busy, and exhausting. I am on my feet running from room to room...
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On Being a Woman – Tender and Fierce
Before I dive deep into the quirks of being a woman I must first assure you all of something. Though I wish I did not have to preface...
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On It Goes
The key scrapes in the lock, turning the metal knob until the door gives way into the living room. We tumble in, suitcases in hand,...
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On Going Home
Earlier this week a friend asked me when I was going to take Jeremiah to see my home. They were speaking of Scotland, naturally. They...
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