Author: Christian & Deborah

I look at Deborah in the middle of our conversation, and say, “hold on, could it be that we haven’t updated our blog in two months?” She looked back at me, and we’re both scared to admit it, but with the nod of each of our heads, we try and think back to the last article we wrote. It’s not like we dread writing blog posts. It’s actually a really enjoyable process. Coming up with a theme, discussing a topic, and then putting pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboard or whatever. But things come up…or is that just...

“So where did you guys meet?” The question sounded friendly, but the person sitting across from me was about to make an important decision: was my daughter an American citizen? “We met in Mexico,” I said hurriedly and without any added information. My tone was decidedly less friendly. I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about or hide, but these sorts of legal situations just make me nervous. “Oh, so are you Mexican?” The woman asked my wife Deborah, again with an amicable tone. “No, I’m Swedish,” Deborah answered with a relaxed look on her face. I was...