Some of my fondest childhood memories involve time around the dining room table at my grandparents’ house. We were there almost every Sunday after church, as well as Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. We often spent Saturday evenings there, celebrating a family member’s birthday with a meal and a cake.
The table itself is not special. But what happened each time we gathered around it was.
What an honor it is to hear people’s stories. Their experiences, their journeys. The way they dream, the beauty of their adventures. I find myself rejoicing with them in their triumphs, crying with them in their pain. I laugh in the moments filled with humor and hold my breath as the intensity rises. And as I listen to people’s life stories, I try to take a moment to understand what it’s like to be in their shoes. (more…)
As I walked into the little Catalonian cafe, I found myself standing in a beautifully designed shop, with all the right gear in sight, and a friendly face greeting me from behind the bar.
We ordered drinks and the barista and I struck up a conversation. The young girl from the Netherlands knows coffee, and she knows it well. But I could also tell there was much more to her than just pouring caffeine by the cupful.
Eighteen years old. While legal in many respects, I would argue that an 18 year old is still a child. (more…)
It’s Valentine’s Day. A fantastically wonderful day for some, an incredibly frustrating day for others. (more…)
Walking around any given Norwegian city on a weekend in late November and early December, you’re bound to come upon a Christmas market.
They’re put on by schools, churches, clubs and other organizations. A display of various handcrafts and gifts, baked goods and even possibly some activities. (more…)
In 2010, we found ourselves alone in Ukraine at Thanksgiving. For those that are not familiar with this American holiday, it is a big deal. In my opinion, it’s perhaps the best of America’s traditions. It’s a holiday focused not on gifts or commercialism, but on family and friends. (more…)
Until I was almost 37 years old, I had only lived in America, in the state of Georgia.
And up until the age of 17, I had never even traveled outside of the southeastern United States. (more…)
This time of year, many people try to focus on being thankful and on giving.
To Be Told would like to take a similar approach. (more…)