A Christmas Memory
In third grade, I was attending a small school in rural Saskatchewan. I had a great teacher, and I liked … Continue reading A Christmas Memory
Category: Childhood Reflections
My Extraordinary Mother
I’ve met a lot of incredible mothers. I’ve talked to Himalayan village women who have told me harrowing birthing stories. … Continue reading My Extraordinary Mother
Of Dostum and Ducks
It was January 1994. The relative peace in the Afghan city of Mazar-e-Sharif was shattered as fighting broke out. General … Continue reading Of Dostum and Ducks
Daraz Bekashin! (!دراز بکشین)
When I was a child, I remember being so uncomfortable in Afghan houses whenever we were invited for a meal. … Continue reading Daraz Bekashin! (!دراز بکشین)
A Radio Call
I loved growing up abroad and experiencing a part of the world that was different from my “home” country. It … Continue reading A Radio Call
Accused of being a spy
Lima recently shared a post about living in Kabul in the late 1990’s and some of the interactions we had … Continue reading Accused of being a spy
Bravo
I have to tell my side of the story about Bravo, because of his comment in Kabul Gym that he was an … Continue reading Bravo
Joy
There is one evening of my childhood that stands out in my mind for some reason. Unlike other memories, it … Continue reading Joy
Kabul Gym
In the late 1990s I was an awkward teenager living in Kabul, Afghanistan. Up until that point my education had … Continue reading Kabul Gym
A Night in the Khyber Pass
I’ve always thought that my Dad is one of the unlikeliest of world travelers. A farm boy from rural Western … Continue reading A Night in the Khyber Pass
