Goodbyes and Indonesian Cream Baths
CreativeChange
June 29, 2015
I tilt my head back in the salon chair and wait for the cold water to hit my head. And all these memories wash over
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I tilt my head back in the salon chair and wait for the cold water to hit my head. And all these memories wash over
We had only been living on this little Indonesian island for a couple of weeks, but I noticed it right away. The prolonged stares, every
It all took some sorting out. My Indonesian friend kept going on and on about some mutual friend of ours who is sick. I kept
When I was getting ready to move to Indonesia, I was willing to give up pizza, my mom’s dirt cake and one-stop trips to Wal-Mart.
“Anyone want to go to the pasar with me?” I occasionally ask the kids. Their answer? No whoops of joy, no hollers of “yes, Mom,
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