the reason we’re all a little bit homesick

by | Aug 25, 2014 | Articles, Home

When I stepped onto that plane for my first ever flight to Cape Town, little did I know just how much things would change. A few weeks shy of twenty-one, my plan was to stay for six months. His plan kept me there for a decade, gave me a husband and three kids, and...

when you don’t want to go home

by | Jul 20, 2014 | Home

A month ago at this time, I was breathing in the intoxicating grandeur of the Rocky Mountains. We were in Vail, Colorado for a family wedding, and it was pure bliss.  The weekend was spent hiking, dining and dancing the night away, and passed altogether too quickly....

losing home and finding it

by | Jul 2, 2014 | Home

Twelve years ago today, on the 2nd of July 2002, I left home. Not in the rebellious, “I’m-never-coming-back” way, but in the “I’m spending a semester overseas” way. With the ten-hour layover spent dragging my bags up and down the...

My Love Hate Relationship with Airports

by | Oct 14, 2013 | Grief, Home

I have a love hate relationship with airports. Okay, mostly hate. Airports are actually capable of causing my stomach to churn, heave and threaten to wretch, just by the very sight of them. It’s not that I get airsick. I don’t. Well, except for that one time when I...