It’s Good To Be Home
“What happens when London fog and Starbucks collide?” I said dramatically, a few minutes ago. My mom, my sister, and Judith all stared at me in confusion. “Is that an…
“What happens when London fog and Starbucks collide?” I said dramatically, a few minutes ago. My mom, my sister, and Judith all stared at me in confusion. “Is that an…
“Such colorful personalities…” I laughed with Bethanie one day as we drove home from the clinic, bouncing along in the CNG. “Colorful for sure,” she answered ruefully. The people I…
My heart has been fighting, every time I start to write a blog post: "Don't write of romance," it says. "Write about things of general interest--things like spiritual truths and…
I remember, a year ago, how uncertain I felt when I wrote my New Year's Eve post on my blog. I was in one of those dark periods of life,…
I'm trying, I really am, but sometimes my efforts feel as broken as the candy-cane from Canada that I just stuck in my coffee to make it feel like Christmas.…
The first Christmas didn’t actually happen in Juniata County, and it wasn’t white. This thought just dawned on me a few minutes ago as I watched the sunset behind the…
Last week, one night, I lay in bed, in exhaustion, and listened with my eyes closed to the song "How Beautiful", by Twila Paris. How beautiful the hands that served…
I don't like to think that I'm a germ freak or a clean fanatic or anything. I like to think that I'm pretty flexible and easygoing. I don't like to…
I just got done baking cookies. I don't think they turned out very well, but it is possible that certain people may choke them down and say they are good…
This morning finds me a little happier, a little more at home here in the apartment in Bangladesh where I quarantine—a little less jetlagged, a little more like I might…