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To Lena: All you have to do is be my daughter (Or, My child is not a missionary)

To Lena: All you have to do is be my daughter (Or, My child is not a missionary)

Posted on 04 Oct 2016 in Compositions, Life Overseas, Motherhood | 9 comments

To Lena, as you grow up You get to be our child, and that is all you have to be. Yes, your childhood is set to be quite different from that of your North American peers, your challenges different. When well meaning people say things about being a “little missionary,” don’t take it to your […]

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The Advent of Magdalena Lily

Posted on 08 Sep 2015 in Compositions, Motherhood, Photos, Reflections | 14 comments

 photo credit: John Shaw Last August, Jim and I went hiking in eastern Washington, on a route through a stunning area called the Enchantment Lakes. (It is breathtaking—just take a look here.) Due to the popularity of this particular hiking route, you had to either obtain an overnight pass to hike the Enchantments over a […]

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A Blossom in Hand

Posted on 31 Jul 2015 in Compositions, Motherhood | 8 comments

31 July 2015 Dear little baby, You’ve been in utero over 37 weeks now. Two nights ago, I started to experience some unusual muscle twinges, as if my body was going through a quick dress rehearsal—or perhaps a cold reading is more accurate, as it was so mild—for the upcoming task of ushering you into […]

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Some Things Weren’t Meant to Be Flat

Posted on 08 Jul 2015 in Life Overseas, Motherhood, Reflections | 6 comments

Dear little one, Here in Yangon, they call you ka-lei-lei (“kalei” means child, and the extra “lei” means small, or baby). I ate so much watermelon when I first got here that the locals said you must be a boy. Someone saw me eating a whole avocado and asserted that you were going to be […]

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He Gives Rest

Posted on 27 Jun 2015 in Life Overseas, Motherhood, Reflections | 4 comments

  This city is an exhausting place. I say this with no ill will. I am fond of Yangon and would miss it if we had to relocate. I enjoy the diversity of faces, the confounding (yet amusing) tetris grid that is the traffic system, the sounds and smells of food hawkers, the old buses, […]

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