The Heirloom Shoebox and Other Things in Checked Baggage
We left our home – the second time (or maybe it was the third) – on Christmas Eve. After an unplanned two and a half years back in the...
Author: Karen Huber
Diary of a “Mature” Student
"No, don't do it like that," the instructor said. "Like what?" "Crossing over your hands like that when you turn. You gotta feed...
Here, Hold My Bag
Do you remember that first trip, the one on your own? That first passport photo, tickets printed on actual paper and mailed to your house? Maybe you were just...
Celebrating the Milestones Alone
Exactly four years ago, I sat down, exhausted yet proud, and wrote this with permission from our eldest. He's 16 now, running headfirst into his final two years of...
The Cost of the Almost-Right Way
I remember the first big ministry-related fight my husband and I had. We'd been on the field six months when he came home from a meeting and said, "So...
Friends Like Family (a TCK Q&A)
When we first moved overseas, our eldest son was a quiet but game-for-anything 5-year-old. We told his stories easily and without a second thought. But now that plucky kindergartener...
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This is not a Dead End
My earliest memories center on a journey. I like to imagine that in the era of my toddlerhood (and before my sister was born), my parents were avid road-trippers. I've...
Like a Weaned Child
I don’t remember the specifics. I can’t recall the sort of day that was in it, the lead up or the cool down. All I have are these little memories,...
Where I Ought to Have Been Born
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” We’re...
The Gifts Death has Stolen
I heard him on skype from the other side of the wall, working it through one word and step at a time. Tones were hushed and kind. I was...
