Foreign Affairs
Kendra

Diplomatic Ambassador

I still remember a colleague came back after a trip to Brussels, he was beyond excited that he went to a formal dinner party at the Ambassador’s residence. He had saved his paper name place setting. He went on about how incredible it must be to be an Ambassador, in an air that sounded like you didn’t have to work

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Foreign Affairs
Kendra

A Diplomat in wildlife

I promised a funny story from my Mother. She has no idea I am sharing this. At the beginning of covid, my son and I started to ask her a question a day about her life. Some of the stories I know really well, some I had never heard before. My Mother has a tight knit group of friends in

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Culture Shock
Kendra

Ambassador’s Daughter

I looked up, my teacher leaned down and said outright “maybe you can help me get a visa to Canada.” I sat there, stunned, unable to really understand or comprehend what she had just asked me. It was the first time I had heard the word visa used outside of needing to pay with a credit card. I was a

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Uncategorized
Kendra

Going from Diplomatic Kid to Ambassador’s Daughter

Ambassador, A title that comes along with “his excellency”,  it seems grandiose, a title that comes with weight and cache. When one says Ambassador, the first thing that comes to most people’s minds are fancy parties. But really, it is like being CEO without the high paycheck, and you are running an embassy abroad and being squeezed politically from the

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Culture Shock
Kendra

Dating as a Third Culture Kid

I am not exactly sure why, or what the allure was, My boyfriend wasn’t particularly good looking, smart, or charismatic, but he fit invisible check boxes. He was Canadian and had never set foot in another country, or another province in Canada. My Father stood there, full suit, holding out his hand to shake my boyfriends. My Father twitched, his

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PTSD
Kendra

How I Pieced Myself Back Together from PTSD

Let’s be honest. Motherhood was supposed to be roses, giggles and happiness. I mean, that is what all the sappy movies had told me would happen, so I had built that fantasy up. I was supposed to pop out a baby, love that baby, love myself, love my body, love my husband and somehow be sexual. insert eye roll. Reality

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