Tag: Third Culture Kid

Let resentment go

When I was growing up, forgiveness seemed like another way of saying, “I am sorry.”  I didn’t begin to understand the meaning of forgiveness until I was in about fifth grade.  My mom, who was a Protestant, made me apologize for something that wasn’t my fault.  At that moment, I think I began to understand

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A link to my childhood in Saudi Arabia

As usual last night, I was sitting in the lobby of Building One of our apartment building at Dwell Nona Place when a new person joined our gathering. Carlo quickly became a new friend. There was a lot in common experience in our history to chat about, particularly a link to my childhood in Saudi

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