Lessons on Leaving

One of my super smart, genius friends here in Brighton jokingly-not-so-jokingly referred to Ladd and I as “transnational migrants” the other day. What is a transnational migrant you may ask? Don’t worry, I had to google it. Transnational Migration is defined as “a process of movement and settlement across international borders in which individuals maintain...

Miles Away

In England, when you catch someone with a far-away look in their eyes, "zoning out" as Americans would say, the statement Brit's use as they come back to reality is, "Oh, I am sorry! I was miles away." Such a funny statement for a country that supposedly uses the metric system. At any rate, I have...

My Barrenness Story

Recently my grandmother asked me for a written copy of our journey through barrenness. I have wanted to pen the story for while, but just haven't had time. Since time is something I now have an abundance of in this season, I wrote it all down. This blog will obviously be longer than the usual...

Further Still

In this new home in Brighton, our dorm backs up to a huge national park, full of walking trails that meander through cow and sheep pastures, woods, along little streams, and over rolling hills. Everything is so peaceful and quiet, with hidden treasures to stumble upon - an old church or a stone wall overgrown...