by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 28, 2017
I’ll let Blossom watch a movie. An hour and a half of peace. Life hasn’t been peaceful lately. Learning to parent through the teen years, and tutoring my boys in challenging subjects like physics and pre-algebra is forcing me to new heights. Toss in visa runs every...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 20, 2017
My four-year-old wheeled a suitcase through the Hong Kong airport, ahead of my toddler and me. He stepped onto the escalator, turned back, and beamed. So brave, so independent, he ascended. But his smile twisted to a frown as his suitcase twisted off the step,...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 14, 2017
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 6, 2017
My son ran ahead, the red dirt of the road under his Thomas the Train runners, the sun reflecting off his white-blonde hair. I smiled, blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. We had found a dirt road, nearly deserted, and finally escaped the watching eyes of new...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Mar 29, 2017
I peddled my bike through quiet streets and got alone with the rush of the river, or the whisper of the lake. And I somehow thought I would always be there, though I dreamt of the world beyond. Now, years later, rushing by me are seas of people. I feel the void today...
