5 Key Steps to Walking Through TCK Grief

Many people don’t understand TCK grief. TCK grief is unconventional. Rather than blatant and obvious losses, our losses can be hidden, ambiguous, and disguised. I haven’t lost a mother or father, or a sister or a brother. In many ways, my grief can never compare to the grief triggered by these major losses. But I…

7 Spot-On Ways TCKs Deal with Grief

One thing all TCKs have in common? Grief. What is the most common reason adult TCKs seek counseling? “Unresolved loss and grief,” writes expat counselor Kay Bruner in her article “Ask a Counselor: How do we Process Loss and Grief?” You see, TCKs attend many funerals. Hidden, heart-level funerals felt in the depths of our…

‘Freeze This Moment’– A New Phrase for TCKs

‘Freeze this moment.’ I’ve discovered a new phrase for TCKs. It first hit me when my family and I were running through the Tokyo airport last week to catch a connecting flight. Okay. Running would be an understatement. Racing would probably be a more accurate description. It’s was the gasping, sweat-dripping, luggage-bouncing, desperate-looking, head-turning kind…

10 Questions Missionary Kids Dread

Ever talked to an MK before? Did you wonder why we looked a little lost? Why we tend to give people confused looks all of the time? Yeah. As an MK myself, I can say with confidence: we’re an odd bunch. Guilty as charged! But there’s more to the story than you might think. You…

For the TCK Who Has Ever Struggled to Fit In

So excited to share my most recent article “For the TCK Who Has Ever Struggled to Fit in” which was just published on UYD Media! A confession… I just realized I have a completely screwed perspective on what it means to fit in as a Third Culture Kid. You see, I’m a TCK who likes logic. I…

The Art of Language Mishaps

I love talking with other Third Culture Kids. We have some of the craziest, most hilarious stories to tell. The nights I’ve laughed the hardest are the ones when I’ve sat with other TCKs around a dusty table at an outdoor restaurant in Thailand, slurping fresh mango smoothies and ping-ponging cultural mess-up stories around the…

Two Lost Foodies at Hiroshima Station

“Umm… Sydney.” I glanced at my twin nervously.  “Do you know where we are?” “No. Not really.” She eyed a Japanese café to our right distractedly. “Why?” A car zoomed by. “Do you want to try this café for lunch?” she asked after a moment. “It smells really good.” I stared at her, grinning. Usually…

FIGT: Connections and Takeaways

(Part 1) March 6-8, I attended the Families in Global Transition (FIGT) Conference in Washington DC as a Writer in Residence. As one of the four writing scholars for FIGT, our task was to interview two expat experts, cover the FIGT sessions, and then write articles about each presentation. (This writing residency was founded last…

Dinner with Third Culture Kids

Most of my best friends are third culture kids. Our homes are located countries apart and our every-day lives are drastically different. We see each other once a year at best, and we hug each other goodbye without any certainty of another connection. But despite these challenges, we consider each other best friends.