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The Coolest Amazon Graduation Gifts Your Friends & Family Will Love This Year
No matter who you’re celebrating this season, this list checks all the boxes. Every graduation event is called something different, but they’re basically all doing the same thing: letting half-developed brains throw pointy objects in the air and hoping they don’t take out grandma in the back. Photo by Vasily Koloda on Unsplash Do you know someone going through one of these? Congratulate them in style by giving them one of these cool gifts: Wise Owl Outfitters Camping Hammock I think my husband and I bought six of these as gifts last year. Whether your graduate is working at a camp in the trees this summer, going on a camping trip, or hanging…
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Top 12 ‘October Days’ w/a Dash of Pumpkin Spice
I scoured the sites and the results are in. Though I probably won’t be trying Pumpkin Spice Deodorant anytime soon, the 26th holds me captive for way too many reasons. Love ‘em or leave ‘em… here are my favorite National October Days, with facts and recipes to boot: This post contains affiliate links, which is just a snazzy way of telling you I receive a small kickback when you buy something based on my recommendations. And if you don’t buy anything? I might not make you pumpkin horchata, but we’ll still be friends. On to the goodies! October 1: Homemade Cookie Day Move over, store-bought. You might look tasty, but when your ingredients…
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A Bark, a Whistle, and the Woman Behind the White
When a car of teen boys drove by and one of the confident losers barked, I secretly cringed, kept walking and felt something die inside. I didn’t need Seventeen magazine to tell me I wasn’t in the running; we who weren’t natural beauties already knew. My awkward teenage self turned a bit inward that day. I questioned more, doubted more, hurt more. Stupid memories stay with me longer than they probably should, but here we are. Two-and-a-half decades later and I can still hear his voice. I now live in a Latin-American country though. I am a pale version of the beautiful brown humans surrounding my kids,…
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10 Secrets Missionaries Keep, Part 2
Last week I shared the first five questions and answers from missionaries around the world about the secrets they’re keeping regarding honesty, Corner Office Syndrome, guilt and MKs. If you missed it and want to catch up, come on over! Obviously becoming a missionary in another country should not be entered into lightly. The common thread running through those of us who call ourselves expats is we’re committed, but missionary life tends to be harder than we let on. Most of us have great intentions of meeting needs, but being honest about our own is not usually on the radar. This week we’re talking about marriage, money and moving, along with a bonus…
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10 Secrets Missionaries Keep, Part 1
Depending on the country, you might think being a missionary means having a bunch of faith, eating rice, praying all day and swinging in a hammock. But unless you’ve taken a trip to visit a missionary, you might not see the challenges behind the scenes. Even then they’re probably not telling you how they truly feel about their marriage, raising support, and those donations you sent. I emailed a list of questions to 39 missionary friends, asking them to be brutally honest and open about missionary life in a foreign country. I got back answers from India, Canada, The Middle East, Mexico and Italy. I took the survey too,…
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Seriously, Put Your Arm Down
Even the most vain men who spend absurd amounts of money on clothes and time in front of the mirror don’t do it. But most women do. Most little boys couldn’t care less, but most little girls care too much. Why? Doesn’t matter what country you’re from, where you went to high school or how tall you are. If you are a girl/lady/woman and possess an upper arm, letting it squish up against your rib cage is a current no-no. If you think I need to search for an American runway, benefit dinner or black-tie auction to find such poses, think again. Triangular arms are alive and well in…
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My Kids Can’t Spell “Sabbath.” But They Love It.
“Christians aren’t bound by Old Testament Sabbath directives, but Jesus never said to forget it completely.” ~ Lauren Winner Braided challah bread, shabbat candles, family time and prayer. In Jewish communities, Sabbaths are truly set apart from the other six days. But I was not raised Jewish. And I’m still not Jewish. Even the old-school word “Sabbath” makes me think of head coverings, Fiddler On The Roof and kiddush cups. So what’s a white girl, raised Baptist, turned non-denominational, from California, living in Mexico, supposed to do about the command to rest? Something. Anything. Honoring the Sabbath seemed easier in Puritan New England, where almost everyone took it seriously. Sunday…
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The White Girl Doesn’t Fit In
This post is part of Lysa TerKeurst’s Uninvited Book Blog Tour which I am delighted to be a part of along with many other inspiring bloggers. Are you a blogger? You’re invited! Do you know a blogger? Invite them! I don’t fit in. At all. And that’s okay. For the first few years I lived here I didn’t feel like it was okay though. I wanted to fit in so I could stop feeling insecure. I wanted browner skin, better Spanish and a clue about how to make tamales. I didn’t want to fit in so I could be with the cool kids, I just didn’t want to feel so different. Of…
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Excuses I’ve Told Visitors for $300, Alex
I’ve racked my brain, but can’t recall a time I have ever walked into a guy’s house and listened to him trip over his tongue in an effort to tell me all the reasons why his dwelling looks messy, dirty, or both. The home of a woman though? Different story. Every time I’m in a friend’s house and she starts going on about why there are messes, I want to grab her shoulders and say, “Relax. It’s okay that your nail clippers landed on the coffee table, beach towels are in the kitchen and dozens of unread magazines rest by your bed. You live here.” And then someone comes to…
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Living in the High School Library
New. School. Can any two other words evoke such equal feelings of curiosity and trepidation in a tween or teen? Pretty sure I’ve never seen anyone more than three feet tall jump for joy over the thoughts of being pulled from their normal and dropped in the midst of new schedules, peers and teachers. But when we returned home from vacation on a recent Sunday evening, our oldest son didn’t have time to think about it. Faster than fast he unpacked his suitcase, ironed his new uniform, and went from English-speaking camper to Spanish-speaking student. Putting on the welcome green with a few new acquaintances. A mere 45 hours separated…
