[Here’s a story ripped from my wogging files! The scene is Kandern, Germany, and its Black Forest walking trails. The time is four years ago. The story? Well, it’s epic…and entirely true.] Picture this: a quadragenarian woman, all decked out in slimming (ha) black sweats and three gallons of sun block, heads off into the […]
Gaston, South Carolina. Train tracks. A grocery store. A Wendy’s. And a re-entry camp for worldwide MKs on the shores of a small, tree-surrounded lake. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the heat. I wasn’t sure I’d be welcomed, arriving a couple days after the opening festivities. And I wasn’t sure the “rustic” surroundings would meet […]
Twelve years ago. In my other home town of Riedlingen, Germany. I have a confession to make: After years and years of loudly and stubbornly proclaiming that jogging is unquestionably of the devil, and after many a lame excuse uttered to sports teachers in order to wiggle out of participation in any strenuous physical […]
[In this post: introduction to the stages of grief, how grief is commonly manifested in displaced MKs, how you can help them to find healing.] Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. Heard of her? If you ever took Psych 101, you’ve probably been introduced to her work, but who remembers anything from those 101 college classes? The guys on […]
1985. My parents and I were taking the usual road home from an evening activity—the “road” was actually more of a one-lane, sinuous, potholed trail that lead over a hill and into the small farming village of Steinbrunn-le-Haut. Our old house was nestled there, deep inside the closed ranks of French landowners and a handful […]
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For several years now, I’ve wondered what I’d say if someone asked me to speak at the graduation ceremony of a school for MKs. As I contemplated that question last June, I penned this rather unconventional address to an imaginary graduating class. In honor of BFA’s graduation day yesterday, I’m reposting it. Friends, colleagues, students […]
[Extra Normandy photos at the bottom of this post.] April 11, 2010. I wasn’t prepared for the sea of white crosses that spread across the horizon when I turned away from the desolate beauty of Normandy’s Omaha Beach and faced the American Cemetery where 9,387 white crosses and stars of David marked the graves of […]
Guiltitude. The syndrome is very real. It may not be universal, but I think it needs to be addressed. I don’t have the answer or the cure, though I do know I suffer from its symptoms. DEFINITION: Guiltitude [noun] Condition blending guilt and gratitude, attributed to a life dependent on charitable giving, and often characterized […]
Longing. Webster’s defines it as “a strong persistent yearning or desire, especially one that cannot be fulfilled.” As an MK, I would define it as “the warm taste of the past lingering on my tongue, the sweet sounds of yester-place ringing in my ear, the soft homeness of a lost universe whispering in my heart.” […]