I’m Reham’s sister, I lived in the mango yellow room across the hall.
As Miranda Lambert would say, it was the house that built me. In that house you could find a whole table filled with towels ready for swim practice, a rice cooker always filled with rice, and three huge boxy TVs (think VCRs and pre-flat screen). In that house I navigated through my identity as a third culture girl.
This blog is a welcome to the house in my heart, the one I started building from the foundations of Tamrah Lane inside this third culture WOMAN. It’s full of love, carbs, and adventure that I am excited to share with all of you. We hope this blog makes you smile, or even hungry!
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