The Good with the Bad
We were first appointed to Malawi in 1980. Our “first born,” as Malawians would say, was just a year old.
Raised Abroad
Through My Eyes
As a child growing up in Nigeria, I often wondered what being a “proper” missionary kid was like.
Life in Community
A very indignant woman was on my doorstep. “Madam!” she demanded. “Don’t you hear your baby crying?!”
Army Ants and Civil War
Our oldest son, Ian had just turned three when we began our first tour in the coastal city of Calabar, Nigeria. Painful as it was taking him away from his grandparents, the Nigerians assured us that they would be our family.
Being ‘Gaijin’
This is a special time of year to reflect on what it was like growing up as a missionary kid in Japan.
Eyes Wide Open
We received all sorts of backhanded compliments from friends as we packed up for Malawi in late 2010.
Invisible Minorities
Living in Taiwan our boys experienced life as a “visible minority,” but when they moved back to Canada they were an “invisible minority.” On the outside they looked like average Canadians, but culturally they were a Taiwanese-Canadian blend.
The Good with the Bad
We were first appointed to Malawi in 1980. Our “first born,” as Malawians would say, was just a year old.
It Takes a Village
Those first months learning to adapt to life with children and learning how to parent within a Malawian context were filled with a mixture of excitement, uncertainty, terror and joy.
A New Worldview
In Grade 2, instead of playing Cops and Robbers at recess, we played “Palestinians and Israelis.”