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Guilt and Grief as a Missionary Kid
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...
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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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Boarding School - Recognising and Reconnecting after Time Lost
As the new year starts, students are returning to school after the indulgent holiday season. Most children will be dropped off, or take a...
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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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On choosing life and learning to rejoice
Last week Taylor Swift announced her second surprise album of 2020, evermore. Her first album of the year, folklore, was released in the...
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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 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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On Purpose
The end is coming. The time for the books to close, the caps to don, the tassels to flip. On the brink of University graduation, I sit in...
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On Being Marked
Mid January. Cold, grey, boring. Is there a better time to do something impulsive? Surely not. A quick text conversation and everything...
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