Corrected Link: Four Years an Expat

Sorry about the misdirected link on today’s Daughter on Duty blog post. Here is the correct one.

I’ve been here four years. That’s insane. My one-year commitment became a two-year commitment. The two-year commitment became a “till death do us part” commitment. But alas, lifetime commitments are not my strong suit. I’m anticipating some sort of breakup in the fifth year, or maybe a power shift. It’s time for the first lady to be president. (Oh, did I say that?)

Four Years an Expat

There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.

I’ve been here four years. That’s insane. My one-year commitment became a two-year commitment. The two-year commitment became a “till death do us part” commitment. But alas, lifetime commitments are not my strong suit. I’m anticipating some sort of breakup in the fifth year, or maybe a power shift. It’s time for the first lady to be president. (Oh, did I say that?)

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Hope for the World

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I don’t know what to write about. It feels pointless. The world has gone crazy. People are afraid of those whose experience is different from their own and they act out of that fear rather than the love that was intended for us. I imagine God, or Atlas—Titan god of endurance—trying to shoulder this world and keep it from the abyss, and it’s so heavy.

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Wounds and Wildflowers

There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.

I returned the telegram to its protective sleeve and wistfully closed the three-inch notebook, putting it in the bookcase with the other five notebooks of original letters.

‘Even though the days drag and seem awfully long, I’m actually on my way and it won’t be too long till I see you again. That’s the most wonderful feeling I could ever imagine – next to actually holding you in my arms and looking into your eyes.’ (April 7, 1945, the last letter.)

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