Quite often I hear TCKs say, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” But each time I hear that phrase, I swallow a lump in my throat, and it sinks like a stone to the pit of my stomach. I feel like I’m failing at being a happy Christian. Why can’t I say those words?
My struggle has moved away from questions of identity into uncharted territory for the TCK: staying put.
We International school kids are a community of our own. We have our own culture – a product of the east meeting the west.
My name is Stephen Black, and I grew up in the bush in Nigeria.
As an MK (Missionary Kid), my family were the only people who understood me, and what I’ve been through.
“But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”
The worst part about living in globally mobile circles is the constant stream of ‘goodbyes’. What do you do when
My TCK experience was a lonely one, full of transitions and travel and impermanence; and my way of dealing with that was to create art.
“When those changes start to happen it can feel like our whole world is falling away.”
Is there anything as cathartic as processing your experiences, identity, and emotions through writing? If you decide your writing needs