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Redefining Home :: a giveaway!

The sight of Hubs laying on the couch, Kindle in hand, laughing out loud made me realize – good things are best when shared.

Redefining Home

We’re giving away 3 copies of Redefining Home written by my friend and Varsity Team Captain Carrie.

To enter: leave a comment telling us your most memorable intercultural experience…

bicycling though Provence…
living with an Australian host family…
entering the Republic of Texas…

If you tweet, facebook, instagram, or tell your quilting circle about this book, leave an additional comment for extra entries.

On Saturday I’ll draw three winners & you will be contacted via email.

Just to clarify:
Nobody asked us to host a giveaway.
Sponsored by: Hubs.

42 comments to Redefining Home :: a giveaway!

  • Johanna

    Trying to explain that my son, adopted from Korea and my daughter, adopted from the Marshall Islands, were “really” my children!! Just like our oldest son, ours by birth!! With birthrights and everything!! And we even loved them! – across the barriers of culture and the caste system whilst living in India and visiting with the wife of my husband’s commander.

  • Johanna

    I don’t tweet or do instagram, but I pinned you, if that counts. (I’m Johanna@thewildblueyonder on Pinterest)

    Thanks for the giveaway; I’ve wanted to read this book since you first reviewed it.

  • Hmm, most memorable cultural experience…there are so many to choose from! being served cicadas and eel by giggling university girls on our first trip to china, buying bacon over the phone without knowing what I was buying, getting on a bus in Beijing and realizing that I had chosen the WRONG form of transportation to get back home when I realized that it was a sleeper bus…being mistaken for Swedish tourists during a visit to Thailand…that’ll do for starters!!! Thanks for the chance to win, SK and SK!

  • Aubree

    Too many to count from China, but I loved when a 9th grade student of mine named Lily (whom I loved and adored) came up to me and said: “We say your nose is like a MOUNTAIN!!!!” Thank you for that, dear child, thank you for that. Oh, and then there was the time I was teaching the past progressive tense and was wanting to say “A robbery has occurred!” But, instead I said, “A rape has occurred!” and when the kids giggled and I asked what I had said, they proceeded to try to mime out “rape” for me. Um, yeah… got the idea. Awkward!!

  • Megan

    Having lived overseas for 2 years, I do have some incredibly memorable intercultural experiences – it’s hard to pick the most memorable though! Some that stick out in my mind right now are when I (along with a friend) joined a local gym and had to change clothes in the women’s dressing room with a bunch of older, naked Chinese women … and then there was the time where we had to use the treadmills in an enclosed glass atrium and attracted about 40 people outside who just stood there and watched us run/exercise … or the overnight bus from Kunming to the border of Thailand and China … or eating my first meal in China … saving all our spare change for a semester and then having a “Fen Night” with my fiance where all we could spend on our dinner and something for our new home was our fen … πŸ™‚

  • Resa

    We have challenging intercultural exchanges daily! My husband is from Zimbabwe while we both grew up speaking English, we don’t speak the same English and that presents challenges all the time trying to communicate effectively. And then just how we do daily life. Things that are normal and acceptable here in the states that just don’t make sense to him and visa versa.

  • Confusing the American travelers — my friend and I were in Italy in front of a little restaurant trying to decide if we wanted to eat there and to talk about it and not having people understand we spoke Chinese. We decided to eat there so we sat down and started speaking English. At that point we overhead some people a few tables over say, “”I don’t know what language they speak and now they are speaking English.”

  • The most intercultural I can get is moving from big city to back woods. They talk slower, drive slower, move slower. The best part about talking slower is that you can say something so mean and it actually sounds nice.
    In my third grade class one day I found myself using their southern accent to say, “Now honey, take your finger out of your nose and go get some hand sanitizer right now.”
    It came out all sweet and innocent-like. The total opposite of what I was feeling inside!

  • My very first time to China, on my first day here, I was taught to say “I am a teacher!” Crazy young person that I was, yelled out the bus window, “I am a mouse!!!”

  • Posted the giveaway on Facebook too!

  • Kelly

    We traveled outside of our city to have our second child and when he was almost a month old we returned home. For some reason I was shocked when I walked down the road and a street cleaner was yelling, “One is white, one is black,” over and over again (she was speaking about my children…our oldest son was adopted from Ethiopia) and then right down the street a lady that I know said to me, “oh, you’re back and you’re still as fat as you were when you left” (even though I was actually very close to my pre-pregnancy shape!). I almost turned around and went back home but we would have had to walk past the yelling street cleaner πŸ™‚

  • Diana

    Trying to explain to my friends in Rochester, New York that the greeters at the newly opened Walmart were not security people who were “checking everyone out for suspicious activities” but honestly wanted to warmly welcome customers to the store. I still remember the puzzled looks given to greeters by these New Yorkers as they would hear, “Good Morning. Welcome to Walmart!”

  • While spending the day in the village and very pregnant I asked our friend where the restroom was. He looked at me with somber eyes and said, “prepare your heart, little sister.” Then he asked his wife to lead me out back… πŸ™‚

  • Jeanne

    So many memories from our trips to Korea and China, but the most memorable would be landing in a Sicilian Hospital in the small town where my grandpa was born. This was in the mid 80’s, before electronic translators. I spent 3 days there with my little pocket dictionary and lots of pantomiming and my ward full of Italian grannies fussing over me. At night I sat by the open, screenless window and watched the goings on at the piazza. It was a real immersion experience!

  • I facebooked about it as well! πŸ™‚

  • Lori

    So many funny things can happen while living in China….one would be the first time my husband and I were living in Beijing in 2002 and we went to the Great Wall at Badaling. Everyone wanted their picture taken with my husband….he kept having people point at him and question “Denzel?” “Michael Jordan?”, etc. Who know how many photos he was in that day. I guess as an interracial couple we are quite interesting in China. Another comedic situation happened when we were traveling on a Chinese tour boat on the Yangtze River. I think we might have been the only foreigners except that we were also traveling with a previous boss from the states and a Chinese friend (who also is a female professor) and we had to share a teeny tiny room with 4 tiny bunkbeds and no privacy for 3 days. Both my husband and my old boss from the states heads practically touched the ceiling and there was also a lovely wash room/shower with a hole in the floor for the toilet about 2 feet square. Made for some interesting moments in the July heat πŸ˜‰

  • Jennifer

    I’m from a tiny town in Wisconsin, I’ve never left the US. My most memorable intercultural experiences have all been reading your blog! I stumbled on your blog during one of Kelly’s Korner home tours, and I’ve been hooked ever since. Thank you so much for sharing your Eastern Journey with this mid-west mom!

  • Lisa

    Living with a family who only spoke Chinese…in the U.S.

  • Gloria

    Marrying a Taiwanese man! πŸ™‚

  • Shanna

    One day I went with my friend to pick her son up at preschool. I brought my daughter (3 years old) with me. We arrived at the gate and she told me we would need to wait until 4:35. There weren’t a lot of people there, but she told me to hold my daughter close by. Within the next 10 minutes there was quite a crowd. They opened the gate and EVERYONE took off running as fast as they could. You would have thought they were giving away eggs!!! πŸ˜‰

  • Shanna

    Shared on FB! πŸ™‚

  • David

    I was talking to the agent who helped us rent our apartment and asked him if he thought it would be okay if we bought a 1.5 meter yΓΊg?ng. The agent said “sure, but why do you need one so big and where will you put it?” I replied, “in the bathroom.” With a perplexed expression he asked “what are you going to do with one so big?” I replied, “soak in it, of course.” Laughing, the agent told me I surely must mean yΓΉg?ng ?? (bathtub), not [yΓΊg?ng]?? (fish tank). πŸ™‚

  • Amy G.

    Unfortunately, I have an unused, expired passport – but I’m hoping to change that as soon as possible! So my funniest experience happened locally. We are active duty Army stationed at West Point, and it is common practice here to pick up cadets walking around post and drive them wherever they need to go (only First Years [seniors] get to have cars). On one weird day in January, my husband and I were both in our own cars at the commissary (military grocery store). As we were leaving, we saw a large group of cadets and some civilians, and we both pulled over and asked if they needed a ride somewhere. It turns out that the civilians were actually visiting students from the Chinese Military Academy in Taiwan. Everyone piled into our two cars, with the majority (about 7) riding in my minivan. Two of the foreign exchange students actually had to sit in my sons’ car seats. We had the funniest conversation on the way to the barracks, with one of the students in the car seat acting like a baby and saying he needed to go to bed as soon as he got to his room because it was his bedtime. πŸ™‚ When they all piled out of the van, the same exchange student handed me a business type card with his name and contact information on it (in Chinese!). I told him “Happy New Year!” and he was blown away that I knew it was Chinese New Year (thanks to your blog!). πŸ™‚

    Okay, I guess it was funnier when it happened, but it was truly hilarious! Still makes me laugh. πŸ™‚

  • Sarah

    I visited a living history park in Japan. It was way out in the suburbs of Tokyo, and apparently not many foreign tourists visited. I entered a historic home to see a group of elderly volunteers inside. They gasped when they saw me. “Where are you from?” “Why are you visiting Japan” “How did you find this museum?” they queried me. They were so excited to see me.

    They discussed for a while that I was from Kansas. “Ozna Mahotska,” they began saying. “Wizard of Oz!” Then they asked, “Sing us a song!”

    I’ve never been asked to sing in front of a foreign audience before, but here I was, singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” inside a smoky farmhouse, in front of some cute, Japanese old people.

    I asked them to sing a song for me, but they refused, saying they were bad singers. One of the old men then began telling me that he loved Elvis. He said that Elvis came to Japan in the 1950s and he really wanted to go to the concert. He said his parents thought he was crazy for liking Elvis. He started listing off his favorite Elvis songs.

    We all talked for about half an hour. When I left the farmhouse, one of the elderly women came with me to show me a spot ahead on the tour that was great for photos.

    It was so fun to run into this group of cute old people who were so excited to meet a foreigner. This is what I love about traveling overseas – you never know what your day holds.

  • David

    I also posted on my FB.

  • too many to name!!! probably the weekly astonishment from Chinese in our town that we are allowed to have more than one child and do not get fined for it. And people asking if our girls are twins, they are two years apart, VERY different in size and looks, another result of the assumption that every where in the world has a one-child policy (unless they are twins of course).

  • Eden Cai

    Oh, so many to choose from, but probably one of the more recent ones is when my husband (Chinese) took our kids out to run errands with him while I was teaching. He got criticized by the grandmas on the bus for dyeing our daughter’s hair at such a young age.

  • Erica

    We spent about a year in Doha, Qatar with young twins. When we went to our favorite Indian restaurant, we had free babysitting, because the whole staff loved to carry around our babies. Miss that so much now that we’re back in the US.

  • Oh my word, I want this book. Intercultural moment… I don’t know, my brain is fried right now but one that comes to mind is that every Turkish person 30 & up told me that looking at our family of 5, 6, and 7 (we had 2 kiddos while in Turkey) reminded them of village families, and/or their family growing up. In fact, the same was true when we lived in China… Chinese people would tell us, “I was one of four children” and in the next breath ask, “how do you do it????” I’d smile and say- “Probably similar to how your mom did it.” πŸ™‚

    I would LOVE to win this book. YAY! πŸ™‚

  • My most memorable intercultural experience was when I was in Portugal in ’99. My then-boyfriend (now husband) and I were at a party. We had just gotten back from a multiple-day trip where we were travelling with all guys to watch rally cars. I was tired, dirty (rally-car watching is a messy business), and generally miserable. I was just sitting quietly, minding my own business, when the hostess started yelling at me in Portuguese. I didn’t understand what she wanted, so she yelled some more. I looked helplessly at my boyfriend when she yelled one last time. The crowd burst out laughing… apparently she had been asking me if I why I was so quiet, and when I didn’t respond she wanted to know if it was “that time of the month”.


  • Judith

    When a neighbor lady in Japan expressed concern because I was wearing a mask, and I wanted to assure her I didn’t have something she could catch, I said, “it’s because of asthma.”. Or at least I MEANT to. Instead I said, “it’s because of the whole country.”. Oops!

  • Alicia

    My favorite intercultural experience was spending the night at a friend’s home for the Chinese New Year. I almost participated in an activity to honor ancestors thinking that incense was fireworks. I accidentally ate the inside pit of a dragon eye ball (type of Chinese fruit). But most of all I got to enjoy time with my friend and her mother as they were so hospitable to us!

  • Alicia

    Also, I recommended the book on my Facebook status! πŸ™‚

  • In Chile where we live, it is very common to make comments about a person’s weight or size. I remember as a self-conscious teenager being told I was fat – by a deaf/mute member of our church! The basic jist of things was his blowing out his cheeks as far as they would go and pointing adamantly at me. Oh, the joys! πŸ™‚

  • Lynn Fuller

    Great comments!

    I will use the one that was actually in the Republic of Texas. πŸ™‚
    I had a student who stood outside the hall every day until the *very last second.* I would fuss at him to come in and it was getting old. I got a student to teach me how to say “You go in” in Spanish, “Mete.” Except it was 24 hours before I got to use this bit of language so I instead told him “Mate.” Which apparently means “go kill yourself.” Amazingly he gave me a funny look and went right in. Some kid walking down the hall corrected me.

  • During our time in Albania, one of my favorite times was my weekly cooking/baking with some of my Albanian lady friends. We would most often make something out of my Hershey’s 100 year Anniversary cookbook because they were chocoholics like me. The crazy fun times of translating measurements from standard to metric and then translating English to Albanian with two ladies who did not know a word of english. We laughed out loud A LOT!! I so miss that life, but am so thankful that God has brought me contentment here in the good old USA. Texarkana, AR to be exact!! I can honestly say, I would not change a thing right now!! So thankful for his grace!!

  • Shared on facebook and on our Women’s ministry page!!!

  • Christy S

    We had been in China for approx 2 months when it happened. I asked our helper, in broken chinese, to make chicken pot pie using my handy-dandy recipe book written in Chinese. I showed her how the main recipe was on one page, but that she would need to flip back a few pages to a different part of the book to get the crust recipe. She seemed to understand. (I later learned she was just saving face….) I left for language class, feeling confident in my language skills and the fact that a fresh homemade dinner would be waiting for us when we returned home. Around 4pm we walked in to the most amazing aroma! It smelled like Thanksgiving Day! I couldn’t wait to see what was making the house smell so delicious. I had never smelled chicken pot pie like that before. As I looked in the oven I was shocked to discover 6 miniature towers of what looked like pumpkin bread slices layered with chopped veggies and topped with chicken cream sauce. I was completely confused. How in the world did she think of making something like this?! I glanced at the recipe book and discovered the problem – the page with the pot pie crust recipe was also the page with the pumpkin pie recipe! The poor girl had mixed the two recipes to create the most interesting and tantalizing autumn dinner surprise. I was shocked, disheartened and a little angry – what were we going to eat for dinner?! My husband on the other hand was more than willing to taste her creation. It smelled so unusually amazing! Upon first bite he exclaimed, “It tastes like Thanksgiving leftovers all in one bite!” We sat down and ate that dinner, but not before snapping a few photos for future reference. As I munched on Pumpkin Pot Pie, I couldn’t help but think about how much our lives had changed in the last few months and how thankful I was to be living out this adventure with friends to share my stories with. This was one for the books!

  • Julie

    Spending four years at an American university in China. Currently, I am the only American in my class of a 130 students. I’ve learned a lot about China and a little about business.

  • Julie

    I pinned this on Pinterest.

  • Angela

    A giveaway?! You are so cool! :). My most recent intercultural experience that will be rembered for years to come involved a midwife who supposedly speaks the same language I do. I’m sure any language barrier is heightened when one is in the throws of natural childbirth, but let’s just say that she was using terms about what was happening down there that I did not understand and, at the moment, lacked the patience to politely ask for clarification. πŸ™‚ I’m just grateful that the signs of a healthy new baby are pretty much the same everywhere.

  • Jeannie

    I would love to read the book. I am currently writing on the topic of intercultural interaction. These interactions occur everyday within my traditional family culture and the American culture.

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