My book guiding me through Lent and Easter tells me today begins the Place of Consolation. I love this while considering consolation defined as "a person or thing providing comfort to a person who has suffered."Read More
In November of 2015, my husband and I flew to Guatemala, the land my daughter loves and the land of my Compassion kids, Juana and Wilmer. Pumped up about a new culture, I’d read extensively, including news about recent landslides. Was Guatemala as beautiful as the pictures? Llegamos a la una de la tarde en la cuidad de Guatemala. (We arrived at 1:00 p.m. in Guatemala City, or Guate, as locals call it). Yep, I’d “Rosetta Stoned” to augment 60s and 70s high school and college Spanish and chatted with bilingual friends till my brain jumbled and I yelled, “Caramba!”Read More
In 2015, my husband and I learned of Compassion at a church event. Compassion aims to support children who need better nutrition, clean water, and/or adequate shelter and employs local “Christ-centered church(es)” to share the gospel in addressing these “immediate physical needs” (www.compassion.com).Read More
For so many reasons, this book still stirs something deep inside of me to be true to what I know of myself. And I am reminded these are the same emotions I felt when I first read it.
Back when reading "My Name is Asher Lev" in college, I decided if I ever had a son, I would name him Asher. That dream of having a son was realized twelve years ago this week.Read More
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself swinging (literally!) above the canyon floor in Arizona. My husband and I were staying at a resort with an incredible variety of activities. Most of them were the pampering kind. Pedicures, facials, massages, insightful culinary classes... Really the options were amazing.Read More
Lenny pushes his sleeves back up and perches on a stool. I sit next to him. Our eyes meet. Inspired by the memory of my past drug issues, I point to his tattoo and ask, “Where’d ya get that?”Read More
My daughter brought another new thing into my 2018, this one clay, strangely shaped, and lead-heavy. She’d haggled over it in a Moroccan market and lugged it around that country, to Spain, and then as a carry-on for the trip back home. If that’s not sacrificial love, what is?Read More
Last week, my family ventured north to an indoor water resort for a few days of pretending it’s not still the middle of winter. We splashed, caught some waves, and froze our hair into icy points while sitting in the outdoor hot tubs. I did just enough of these activities to earn “fun mom” status.
I also attempted some of the dry “fun” on my quest for gaining more points as a fun mom. The most memorable activity for me became the indoor high ropes course.Read More
In honor of my beloved silent sentinels that stand proud on nice wooden shelves, I journal the names of all books read. In 2017, 96 special books passed through my hands, heart, mind, and soul. The year championed Agatha Christie mysteries, returned to time and again for their ability to surprise, their championing of moral codes, their peek into English society of the 1940s-1960s, seen through the eyes of the dapper Hercule Poirot, the deceivingly complex Miss Marple. New York Times notables, blind dates arranged by friends, and a few strangers also made the cut.Read More