By Wakanyi Hoffman More than a decade ago, I packed up our wedding gifts, a new baby, and a career in a suitcase. The sum of my childhood and young adult life was shipped from my homeland in Kenya to my husband’s in Ohio. What I didn't know then was that I would be signing… Continue reading The way of the nomad is by maintaining a physical distance
In this month's piece, I interview newly published author, Elisavet Arkolaki, whose debut children's book 'Where am I From?' gives a simple answer to a surprisingly complex question, that many children around the world fumble with. In the process, we discover many similarities to our lives and ideals- we discuss feminism, fighting patriarchy and finding 'roots' in a rootless, nomadic lifestyle.
By Wakanyi Hoffman This little blog was recently picked up by Feedspot for entry into the Top 100 Parenting Blogs of 2020. When I received the email, I was slightly conflicted about the award title. I wanted to write back and say that this is not a parenting blog. That my writing is not an… Continue reading On parenting my children between world cultures
Last December, we traveled to Austria from the Netherlands in search of white Christmas. Along the way, we reflected on our nomadic lifestyle and discovered who we really are when we call ourselves 'global nomads'.
By Wakanyi Hoffman 'She was an adventurer at heart, but oh how she loved drinking this tea from this mug in this chair, oh how she loved to be home' -Unknown It is always during Christmastime that we begin to take stock of our nomadic lifestyle, in recognition of a homesickness for a place we… Continue reading A Global Nomad's Christmas
We recently moved to the Netherlands on a mission to begin living a greener, mobile life. In the process, we have also embarked on a self-discovery journey as global citizens, as we consolidate our cultural experiences in the last decade as diplomatic expatriates.
By Wakanyi Hoffman My daughter recently summited Mount Kenya, the third highest peak on the African continent. She did this with swollen, frozen hands that could no longer fit inside her thick, woolen mittens, after 3 nights of camping in the bush. Each day this group of preteen amateur climbers would hike hundreds of footsteps… Continue reading Climbing high Mountains in Motherhood