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...

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...

“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,...

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...

“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...

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...

Political Flashback: Michelle Wolf. Thoughts? White House Correspondents Dinner. Response? Hopefully your reply is somewhere along the...

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....

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...

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...

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,...

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...