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Beneath A Borrowed Sky

“Beneath a borrowed sky” is an upcoming story about identity, travel, motherhood, empty nesting, and the art of letting go.

I am fifth generation global nomad, and this story of movement is about my constant search for a place to land, a place to call Home. I am a typical third culture kid (TCK). I grew up all over the world and continued that way of life throughout my adult life. I’m now bringing up four sixth generation global nomad kids who move around the world with us.
I say I am from everywhere and nowhere. So do my kids. This book is about what that looks like to have grown up without a place to call Home, a place to belong to. It’s also about all the beautiful countries and cultures that I’ve had the privilege to live in and learn about.
It’s about motherhood but particularly about raising global kids in this transient environment and the consequences it can have on them as they develop their characters without a place to identify with.
I will also explore the differences between my upbringing vs. my kid’s upbringing.

Whether you are an intrepid traveler, or an armchair traveler, Home is a feeling. Of being loved and accepted for who you are. It’s family, and a feeling of belonging.
No matter what your story is, your Home is where you can be your true self.

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The trip to Assinie – Part 1

The trip to Assinie – Part 1

One of my favorite childhood memories was our weekly escape to Assinie from the dust, rust, and noise of Abidjan. Waves and currents from the north Atlantic ocean had created low-lying sandbars which were dotted with coconut palms and shrubs.  The sand was golden on...

Friendship and Trust – Part 4

Friendship and Trust – Part 4

The pastor waited by the tub.  The old lady handed me a clipboard with a white sheet of paper clipped on the front. I realized that this sweet lady, who, earlier on had slid into the room with the teacups so quietly, played just as an important role as the pastor and...

Friendship and Trust – Part 3

Friendship and Trust – Part 3

During our exchange with the pastor, the same older stooped lady who’d helped us in the hallway snuck in and stood in between us.  I remember thinking that was rather odd but no-one mentioned her so I tried not to think too much about her until I heard her shuffle...

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