As far back as I can remember as a kid, I always looked forward to turning eighteen years old. I figured that was the absolute pinnacle of living— you’re in your senior year of high school; you’re basically an adult, but have limited responsibilities; you’re the same age as Sam Montgomery in A Cinderella Story… Read More Growing Up & Getting Older
I was supposed to be a boy. If all had gone as planned, I would have been named Mads Emil, a name which my parents had settled on after much deliberation before my arrival. Somehow, the fact that I wasn’t a Mads Emil (I often remind them that the odds were always fifty-fifty) came as… Read More What’s In A Name?
I’m what child psychologists and parents who read too much call a “third-culture kid.” I first came across the term a few years ago in an article, and was drawn in by a description that read something like: “from everywhere and nowhere.” According to tckworld.com, the online “official home of third culture kids,” a third-culture… Read More Thoughts On Being A Third Culture Kid