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Our 4 + 1 story begins
The Gift of Waiting: an Update on Our Adoption
14 Hours (and more) Away From Our Little Girl
For Little E, While We Wait
Celebrating E
Thoughts and a Letter to E’s Birthmom
When the Excitement is Heavy
Meeting E
I month home with Everly
2 Months Home with Everly
3 Months Home and a Birthday Party
6 Months to a New Normal
Home and Not Home Yet
Belonging is For Everyone

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Hello. I’m Tasha.

I am a melancholy dreamer, wife to Matt, and mama to three little warriors: two wild boys and one little lady. I love french fries, world maps, spicy soup that makes me sweat, coffee, and Stabilo pens. As long as I can remember, I’ve lived and stood in places where cultures collide, wondering how to hold the collisions together. Jesus is my hope for every collision made whole.

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Our weekend celebrations stirred up a few feelings. So, naturally, I have a new post to share. #linkinbio

Happy Lunar New Year! #seollal #tteokguk

So grateful for time together the last four days. Bis bald, liebe Ellen!

“When you grow up all mishmashed like I did, with an American passport and Italian citizenship and a birth certificate issued in West Berlin, it might take you a little longer than usual to figure out your place in the world. You’re this strange little hybrid of a person, easily adaptable, fluent in many languages, an outsider everywhere. It’s the perfect background for becoming a spy, really. Though much to my chagrin the CIA has never approached me. Eavesdropping on tourists becomes a favorite pastime, as does identifying pedestrians on the sidewalk based on their footwear. But you have to come up with a straightforward answer when people ask you where you’re from. You find yourself taking a deep breath and sizing up your questioner. How much do they need to know? How much time do they have? Are they going to be bored by the length of your story or lean on for more? Because there is never one straightforward answer. Then you have to figure out where home is exactly.” - Luisa Weiss I relate to these words so much! The places are different for me, but my, how I have felt this. For the longest time it seemed like there were only a few of us who grew up this way. But I think tomorrow will hold many more. I’m really enjoying this delightful memoir by Luisa Weiss, and I can’t wait to try out some of her recipes.

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