Sometimes we have choices, and sometimes we don’t. When we moved to a small Himalayan town with two rentals available (that’s right, we could only find TWO in the entire town), I really wrestled…
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We’re packing up for the movers to come. I hate packing. I hate moving even more. Every moment to stop and reflect feels like the last one I’ll ever have. Tonight I had a…
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The last time I attempted to write something was three weeks ago. I got as far as the title. We’re preparing for a big move—a change of house, country, preschool, and everything else one…
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Our family had a dentist recommended to us “because he went to such-and-such-a-church”. This was the last time I ever chose a professional based on their church attendance. Dr H. was a sweet older man whose hands…
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Last night our family of 4 went to a little “pizza cafe” with a fabulous view. As we finished dinner we looked outside and noticed it had gone dark and frigid out, so we paid, bundled up…
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You know those days when you finally get an hour free—through careful planning, preparation, and some magical alignment of the stars—and then you can’t decide which one you need more: sleep, or time alone.…
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Y’all (all the people I love who read this blog)… It. Is. Cold. I’m sitting in my living room with layered thermals and scarf, the sun is shining down, the power is on and the…
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I’m sipping a pumpkin spice latte, watching the Midwest drift away out the window on the first leg of our flights home to India. Our near-four-year-old is happy playing his leap pad and our…
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Last Thursday I was on the phone when I heard the porch door burst open and someone crying. …
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This post should actually be called “How Losing Control Turned Me Granola”. But that’s too long. So we’ll just blame India.…
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It’s a long way down from our little town to, really, anywhere else. It only takes an hour to reach the city at the base of the mountain, but it is the longest, winding,…
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Yesterday was not a good day, folks. You know it’s bad when I’m sneaking to the kitchen for spoonful’s of marshmallow fluff sent recently from abroad. On my third cup of coffee (mixed with…