For the 50th time that day, he put his hands on his cousins.
Not wrestling exactly, not unkindly, but definitely handling them about the head, shoulders, and face. At... Read More
The sadness in the air was as heavy as the humidity in the Women’s cancer hospital in Managua, Nicaragua.
It felt as though the weariness of long illness was... Read More
His body was bent and contorted in ways no body should be; every joint turned the wrong way, like a broken deer on the highway. Impossible even to sit in a chair, he was... Read More
Quite accidentally, my mom brought me a journal from exactly 10 years ago, June 2005. It had been overlooked when we packed our honeymoon bags and left for the Grand... Read More
The house was freshly cleaned, vacuumed, candle lit. Seven-year-old Abby had taken Tylenol for her fever that kept us home from church and she was resting on the couch... Read More