This is our daughter Joann’a story, her history, ghostwritten by me, her mother. It’s Friday evening, so I imagine the whole city feels free from
When smoke filled the stairwell and slipped under the apartment doors on the third floor, the Tuktaway family was huddled in their living room on
Of course we had phở for breakfast, it was the breakfast food of Ha Noi. There was a good shop at the corner of the
Dressed in layers for Siberian wind, stuffed into a narrow seat near the back, I watch out the window for my stop. The trolley wheels
Russ Trowbridge and I were waiting for the Congolese family to arrive. We’d driven out to the 24/7 filling station on the highway which also
Feeling awkward and hesitant, I joined my husband in the middle of the Amish family’s yard. Never having an acquaintance with the Amish before, I
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Ever since Lori Younker was a child, she’s been captivated by her international friendships. She is mesmerized by the power of short works to inspire true understanding of the cross-cultural experience and expands her writing skills in creative nonfiction, guiding others to do the same. These days she helps others capture their life history as well as their stories of faith.