Foreign Exchange Student Part 2

Well, I received the email with the attached documents and just as I had suspected it was all there in writing... Interview and application handling fee (committee costs); Two student weekends (space rental, food, room, transportation costs, activities for student & committee); Student/Parent orientation (space rental, materials and food); copies and postage, committee resources, training... Continue Reading →

Keeping a Journal and looking back

When my daughter returned from Greece, after her long summer there, memories of us as a family and our time together came flooding back to me. I have been in deep thought for a while now and the reason why I've been absent from this blog. For as long as I can remember, I've kept... Continue Reading →

How deep was your love?

In my first marriage, we got together for reasons not involving love. I was 18 at the time and knew it was time to jump ship. This was the first cross roads in my life that I had encountered.  There were two paths. One would have been a path to self destruction, and the other... Continue Reading →

Instead of…

Instead of telling her what a wonderful young lady she turned out to be, he told her he was sorry that he wasn't there for her while she was growing up. Instead of spending that quality time with her in conversation about those lost years, he only gave her a few seconds to respond prior... Continue Reading →

His reply to my email

The reply to my email (you can read it here) was not at all what I expected, nor did it make any sense. Here is his reply: It is exhausting enough saying one thing to another person,  the other person understanding something different and then transferring it to a third person in a totally different... Continue Reading →

Disappointment takes away excitement

When my daughter first arrived in Greece, her father picked her up from the airport. She spent the day and night with him. When they arrived to his home, his girlfriend did not greet her well at all. In fact, she shook my daughter's hand and then went and sat on the couch where she... Continue Reading →

To my Daughter’s Father

Over the years, I don’t think it has ever crossed your mind what you have put our daughter through. It hasn’t been the distance or even the fact that I brought her back with me to my home country. It has been your absence, not so much physically, but mentally. She has had many questions... Continue Reading →

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