The Joy of a Curious Heart
Curious people are my favorite kind of people. I have learned this over the last seven years of life in Paris. I have hosted more people than...
The Spaces on the Way to the Places
I once threw up on a goat on the side of the road. It was my first pregnancy and I’d been rendered useless for the previous couple of weeks on...
Four Things That Help Me Bounce Back
Last week I was doing an interview with a young lady who is interested in coming and working on our staff in Paris. When I asked her if she had...
The Cost of Yes
I remember watching them when I was small. Watching them tease one another at 30, 40, 50. Watching them point to the hair at their scalp and laugh together that...
And Yet We Stay
There have been the hard days. Days when I felt it in my body. Days when my waist grew from trying to distract myself from the noise...
I’m Done with Self Care {The Grove: Rest}
Dog-tired and bone-weary, I slipped into Seat 33A. Loose ends tied up. Last minute details checked off. Hugs hugged. Home assignment begun. What kept me moving in...
When the Apple Cart is Overturned {The Grove: Food}
It started off simply enough. I had an infection and went to the pharmacy to get over-the-counter medication (as I have before, no biggie). Then the infection returned...
Border Crossing
It was a hot Friday afternoon, when we arrived in Accra, Ghana. My husband and I were on an overseas service trip to West Africa, from South Africa. The traffic...
Reconciling Race, Slowly by Slowly
I grew up in the rural South of the United States. I’m the exact definition of a WASP (White, Anglo-Saxon Protestant). I get ridiculously sunburned every time I go to...
Standing on the Cusp {The Grove: Prepare}
Standing on the cusp of a new year is . . . all the feelings, right? Part surprise. What? Another year is here already?...
