Dr. Carmen Joy Imes

Dear Hazel, I wasn't ready yet for you to go. In your own unassuming way, you "held the ropes" for us. It's not just ...

Anthropologists and missiologists sometimes use the term "Third-Culture Kid" (TCK) to describe those growing up in a culture tha...

I've already mentioned this resource last year , but it's getting better all the time as more videos are released, and I'm gues...

This is my 15th Mother's Day as a mom, if you count the one following my first pregnancy, which ended in miscarriage. I've received ...

This was a big week at our house. And I mean BIG. I taught a FULL week of classes at Multnomah University and Western Seminary, subbing 14...

In the two months that have passed since my most recent post, a lot of life has happened: 2 weeks in Israel on a study tour with my Dad, ...

Eliana (standing by my dresser, holding a bottle quizzically): What is this, Mom? Some sort of hairspray? Me: No, it's wrinkle cream. ...

Whether playing games or working on my dissertation, Ana and I make a great team! Christmas break afforded lots of extra time with the ...

We had no idea. Slipping outside and starting up the hill together, hand in hand, Mom and Daughter, we were thinking of ice cream. We chatte...

A lot of big stuff happened at our house this week. Easton (age 5) learned to skip. Eliana (age 12) got a part in the school play. Bot...

I realize the irony of writing this post after the last one, but rest assured that none of these numbers define who I am. They just give yo...

my second chapter in progress They say the first year goes by quickly, and that it should be cherished. (By this I'm pretty sure  C...

After a very intense first year of doctoral study, it feels like we're coming out of a tunnel and into the sunlight. We're ready for...

I've had very little time to blog for the past month, because I've been busy listening in on ancient conversations.  What a joy it...

Yesterday was an exciting day at our house. Easton turned four! I arrived home from Notre Dame in time to celebrate with the family. Indee...

One of Eliana's 5th grade teachers asked her what she wants to be when she grows up. She gave the same answer that I did for most of my ...

The kids all climbed in bed with us this morning and watched while I opened their carefully-wrapped gifts: a butterfly pin and a tiny clay p...

We're all at various stages of trying to make sense of Easter. Last night was pretty rough on Easton, poor kid. We attended a Good Fri...

Imagine our surprise to discover this evening that our oldest daughter is now too old to order from the kids menu. Where has the time gone? ...

Joy. Momentum. Growth. Ministry. These words capture this semester for me. While last semester I could barely keep my head above water and m...