Comments on: On Finding My Way Home

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By: Sandy Jorgenson

Sandy Jorgenson — Mon, 10 Dec 2018 20:10:30 +0000

In reply to Helen Ready. Hello! That's my point, precisely—and perhaps I could've done a better job expounding on it—but suffice it to say, between my Australian grandfather who immigrated to Ireland, my English father who immigrated to Canada and my Canadian self who's immigrated to the United States, I'm well versed in what vast differences there are in how an immigrant looks. I was only pointing out that I don't look like what the average citizen considers in their mind an immigrant to look like. I don't think what I said was silly, though I'm sorry you do. Peace.

By: Helen Ready

Helen Ready — Sat, 08 Dec 2018 02:19:53 +0000

Wait, you don’t “look like an immigrant”? Uhm, you do realize your “don’t look like an immigrant” ancestors and other blonde/blues immigrated in the millions from Nordic countries and Scandinavian countries looking just like you. You might want to think about it, immigration has no one look, no one color, no one meme. Really silly.

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news today — Tue, 04 Dec 2018 07:52:51 +0000

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By: Katerina

Katerina — Thu, 29 Nov 2018 03:58:48 +0000

Such beautiful writing…. Home is my everything. The most important place for me to be.

By: Deb

Deb — Wed, 28 Nov 2018 20:29:43 +0000

Great blog post. I felt like that after I married— out of the loop of the get togethers of my unmarried sisters, treading cautiously amongst new in laws and their different traditions, unsure of my mothering skills, and finding new friends in a new community. I was someone’s sister but kinda not, someone’s daughter but kinda not, someone’s mother but kinda not, and had some friends but kinda not. I learned to hold onto my own worth, gaining confidence with every year. But I also still long for the feeling of normalcy and inclusion. I think if I did have it, I, like you, would then feel off balance for a different reason.