Sweet Hymns of Joy
I know what it is to struggle for joy in the Christmas season. I know what it is to feel the dissonance between pain in my own heart and...
I know what it is to struggle for joy in the Christmas season. I know what it is to feel the dissonance between pain in my own heart and...
As our twenty-fourth Christmas overseas approached, an overwhelming sadness shrouded me. Shouldn’t it get easier with time? We arrived to Central America on December 28, 1991 with a babe in...
A seventy-mile trip. On a donkey. Nine months pregnant. If I were Mary, those circumstances would not have been a reason to rejoice. Those seventy miles would...
I am not known for being an optimist. But when I think back to my expectations before I moved here, I can only smile (and sigh) at my innocent...
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting next to my 10-year-old daughter on the couch. She was still wearing the pajamas she had worn the night before, even though...
There are sensations that stick with you for life. When I recall my earliest memories it is of the blue/brown/green mix of shag carpet in our living room. I would...
I have been in Cambodia for four years, and what do I have to show for it? A whole lot of pain and struggle, a few words I can speak...
I am a bit of an exercise enthusiast. I started out slow with Pilates and walking before moving on to running with light weight lifting; and now, my most recent...
My word for 2016 was SALSA. I know – not exactly a deep, soulful, year-centering word. But for me, it was a relief, a release of emotion...
The first Christmas overseas, I sobbed—loud, embarrassing heaves, not gentle, wistful tears—and earned myself an awkward consolation pat on the head from a male teammate who wasn’t sure what to...
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