In a double dose of displacement, Expatlog follows our experiences as a mixed-race, expat family, through the slightly askew bifocals of Asperger’s and Bipolar.
That’s about as ‘outsider’ as you can get…
“I am in between. Trying to write to be understood by those who matter to me, yet also trying to push my mind with ideas beyond the everyday. It is another borderland I inhabit. Not quite here nor there. On good days I feel I am a bridge. On bad days I just feel alone.”
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Recently, the mere anticipation of writing has resulted in instant mental paralysis and thought desertion – until this morning when I spilt an entire cup of coffee; the second one in a fortnight. To put it succinctly, I lost my shit
Is it just me or does Ramadan seem to get more air-time and column inches with every passing year?
With a lump in my throat I described my beautiful, clever, mischievous daughter and discussed all the ways we could help make her future the antithesis of my past.
Instead of building intercultural bridges as I imagined, I was adding my bricks to the prisons so many are walled up in by their own communities…
They said on the radio today this was the coldest February since eighteen-something. After a certain point cold is cold is cold.
I don’t need to take on the responsibility for changing other people’s misconceptions. Learning to be honest and authentic – standing in my own truth – is more important right now.
These days when I relax in shavasana at the end of yoga the tears flowing into my ears are from an ecstasy of joy not sorrow…
There’s no room for questions or variance in expression of belief in Islam – to be true to myself I must step out.
Previously I owned up to the deep disquiet I’ve been feeling about my faith; how I suppressed it, and how I tried to reignite my conviction.
But my quest only unearthed more reasons to hold it in question. This wasn’t a dip in devotion – it was a derailment.
Zealous muslim converts strike out for Syria in droves answering the Islamist call to jihad, but this one’s eyeing the back door…
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