Category: Family

Protected: Silence and stillness

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Protected: Middle years

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To stay; to go

For all my traveling, I have only once or twice talked about coping with the continuous shifting that comes with Being a Self in multiple cultural contexts. I’m surprised at how un-curious people are about this. Not as surprised as I used to be though. These days it is easier to take things in stride

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Feline friend

My daughter got a new cat. She has wanted a cat for a very long time. No, she has longed for a cat. She has yearned for a cat. But she is also wise. She is not a demanding person and she is quiet, patient and thoughtful. She is the kind of person who considers

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Protected: More on humility

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Humble pie

One of my newest group of friends is from an African nation. We met in China. We keep in touch by social media mostly. The internet makes that part easy. When they talk with me I’m deeply impressed with convicted by how meek and sincere the exchanges are. Sometimes the meekness shows itself in platitudes,

How do you….?

Time for an uber-practical post about how we manage our day to day. Here is our “how-to-do”   How do you … ? 1. Get groceries We shop at  local marts and make purchases with WeChat (no cash or cards) We order online using GZgrocery.com We use TAOBAO (like Amazon but better) Everything can be

Haferkamp Holidays 2019

Weeks ago when we first arrived one of our neighbors, Bill, loaned us his convection oven. We used it for the first time for American Thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving Day for us is always a one day affair. Black Friday goes by ignored as I purposefully (probably stupidly) miss out on the best sales deals of

Expect the Unexpected

The surprise is not that it happened but that it happened in China. She was “turning around in her bedroom” when she felt her knee snap. Her eyes grew wide and she stared into me. “Look at my knee! Look at my knee” she cried. And I could read the pain in her face. I

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