worth checking out....

There are four blogs that I read.  Three bloggers I know personally and therefore trust them and one I read because she teaches, writes, and wears metallic nail polish.  One blogger lives where life seems like a stinking frying pan.  She simply looks glamorous on her blog and sounds amazing but recently she has been writing about TCKs.  I am a TCK.  I joke about it with a tick but I clicked on an article she suggested and found some pure gold.

To understand TCKs in your life and perhaps love some young TCK you know please read this article.  I got teary when I read about the part about cultural brokers.  I know I have written about this before but K. loved me in the lostness which was America.  She still does.

This article cemented something I have not understood as I transitioned from single to married to parent.  Now when people ask where we are from the answer is Duluth but I am not from Duluth.  I never will be.   It has seeped into be part of what I know but it is not home.  It will never be.  Never.  That is hard.  Hard to look at and not feel mean, or lonely, or left out, or even a little crazy.  I also realized that home for me was Minneapolis the home of my cultural broker, my sister, my roommate.  But those people have moved on and now home once again is a little lost.

All I can say as these ideas swirl around is read the article.  It is good.  It makes me pray for my niece, my nephew, my kids, my old students and myself.