Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

Sunday, May 20, 2018

housekeeping

So I just added myself as a contributor to this blog, hopefully that won't make anything too confusing. It's a gmail/google accounts thing that I hope will make it easier for me to post photos and therefore to blog more often...
Ok! That's all! 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Good reads

There were some fantastic blog posts coming across my feed this past week:

Leanna writes about overcoming socially uncomfortable situations as a foreigner and newcomer to the rural community she now lives in; Lindsey writes about wrestling with differences in social norms and body shaming; Anna writes about climate change and the hospitality of farmers in the Colombian mountains.

I feel surrounded by fantastically thoughtful women writing!

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Chills...

I just realized two things: First of all, I just marked ten years of blogging. Second, Tara started this blog for me on May 15, 2006... two years to the day before Valerie was born.

Just letting that sink in for a minute....

My blog shares a birthday with my daughter, and that was totally not on purpose.

Friday, April 01, 2016

Ah yes...

I wrote a blog post for MCC's Latin America/Caribbean Advocacy Blog, about Biblical perspectives on migration (which caused me to go on an investigative mission to learn whether "Biblical" should be capitalized or not). Enjoy!

Friday, April 24, 2015

Present

The photo above popped up in my Facebook feed this morning, posted exactly four years ago today. I remember that day so well, I had seen the profusion of buttercups flowering in Parku i Madh (aka "Big Park") in Tirana and took the kids there for a combination Easter/Valerie turns 3 photo shoot. The exuberance of the blossoming seemed truly magical to me. 

I am still stunned sometimes by how much I miss Albania. I've been nostalgically reading Peace Corps blogs like this one (I look at the author's photo and see my dad 45 years ago! Kind of!) Our life in Tirana with two small kids was very different in some ways from what these PCVs describe, as young single people living in villages or smaller cities. But a lot of it resonates. I'm not sure if it's a form of escapism, to which I am far too prone, or what.  

The kids in Boyacá
Someone asked me the other day, how do you like living in Bogotá? I said, "on a scale of 1 to 10, maybe a 3..." (**I should clarify that I was having a bad moment during a bad day; it can range up to 7/10). We like Colombia so much better when we can get out of the city. At the same time I think it's important to try to live in the moment and be fully present. I need to remind myself of that.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Meta: Reboot

I've been thinking about updating this blog and resuming a regular blogging schedule. I think about this probably several times a week. If I blogged every time I thought about blogging, you'd all have something to read on a regular basis. So then I started wondering what is holding me back, and I figured it out (I think).

Bear with me as I go a little meta.


The first rule of blogging is that blogging about blogging is boring. But I need to do this to get unstuck.

The second rule of blogging is never blog about your work. While a lot of people in my organization do blog about their work, and although doing so is considered a great tool for promoting the work of our organization and bringing attention to serious advocacy issues, for some reason I feel very resistant to the idea of flipping this into an advocacy or PR blog.

Blogs have genres; this started as a knitting blog and then migrated into mom-blog territory when I had kids. I feel like the golden age of the blog was when we lived in Albania and I used this space as an online diary for documenting our experience there as well as milestones in the children's development - we were so far from our families, that it was an important tool for connecting with them. So in that sense it became an expat mommy blog.


So why isn't it still? When we moved to Colombia, I moved into a new role in leadership, sharing the national director position with my husband. I was still writing my dissertation as well. The first 18 months here were a long, dark haul of fairly intense stress because of the wave amplification effect of these three processes - adjusting to the job, trying to finish the dissertation, adapting to a new country and culture. All this while caring for our kids in their own processes of adaptation and adjustment.

About 6-8 months ago I started to come out of that dark hole. But in the meantime I fell out of the habit of blogging. I didn't have time, I didn't have energy, I didn't know what to say... Honestly, I didn't really want to write about the hard parts of living here. It was too personal, and this is - ultimately - a public blog.

Now that I have the time and energy again, I still don't know what to say. I can write about the kids, our pets, our neighborhood, the city we live in... I don't know how to write about our work. Because our job title is literally to be representatives of our organization in Colombia, I'm perhaps hyper-aware of how I am representing that work on my blog (remember that second rule of blogging...?)

I was thinking recently about something I heard a memoirist say (and I paraphrase): remember when you are telling your story that you are the narrator, not the protagonist.


So, with that aphorism in mind, I'm going to give it another shot here. I'm going to narrate our lives here, knowing that the narration is always partial, perspectival, incomplete. I might end up writing about our work from time to time. We'll see how it goes.