until we all come home :: a review

Maybe it’s because I’ve met the author personally. Maybe it’s because the child she fought to adopt in this riveting book happens to be in my son’s class class at school. Or maybe it’s just because the account is utterly captivating in...

the reason we’re all a little bit homesick

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

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

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

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...