expatriate thoughts on culture, motherhood + faith.


Hi, I'm Karen:

a freelance writer, graphic designer and editor writing on culture and faith with a fair amount of baggage. Also, tortilla chips. Come right on in...

Recent Posts



As we sat on a hill overlooking the Irish Sea and our children chased kites and sliotars and dogs, I couldn't help but think: Ireland is a breaker of many hearts.


This is the story of praying without wordsworshiping without voice, and how music does the heavy lifting for us when our arms our too weak to heave the load


When a TCK graduates, there are no grandparents in the audience, no cheers from the crowd. You know that it's only primary school, but those seven years feel particularly hard won. 


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