Who We Are:
Mikey and I are both third culture kids – we were both raised abroad in cultures that were different from our parent’s own. He is a dual citizen, French/American, and grew up in the Phillipines, Ghana, Bangladesh, France and New Zealand. I was a missionary child and grew up in Fiji, Hawai’i, Japan and spent some 10 years in Asia (- Macau, China, Taiwan). (more on who we are is here)
I am deaf. I also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Traumatic Brain Injury and was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder not that long ago. WOW! All that strung together makes me seem big-time whackadoo, huh? But I promise, if you met me in real life, you wouldn’t be too likely to tell. I just seem to have an unrelenting case of Mommy-brain (and that’s probably true, too) and I’ll make you feel like I think you are really, really fascinating since I need to lipread to “hear” you.
Our daughter Moxie has Down syndrome. Between her and I, disability is a part of our family, much like culture/race is in other families. It’s a part of our story.
Mikey and I have had this big fat juicy dream for some time of travelling the Pan American Highway.
We want to find a place to settle down, build an Inn. The Inn will be sort of a cross between an intentional community and an employment training place, by and for disability. We are about disability rights and empowerment: we are about trying to create a world that will be right for our kids – all of them – MacQuinn and Micah too – not just Moxie. (more about the Inn is here)
Well, there we were in Mexico, sloooowwwwwwwwly traveling our way south when all of the sudden, – bam! – our income was halved. We had two choices:
- continue south, with cinched belts, look for more full time work and deal with the challenges all of that would bring or
- accept my brother’s invitation to come on north to farm his land with him for a season.
Hmm. The post about it all is here.
We decided to be responsible and head back north, and we are absurdly glad we did, because we chanced upon one of the sweetest spots, ever. The Lost Coast of California.
We were farmers on the Lost Coast for the past 7 months and are currently back to traveling in Mexico. At this point, we’re going to continue farming for half the year, travel for the other half and see about the Inn along the way in the future.
Anything’s possible at this point. Everything is possible at this point.