A word for those facing storms: past, present, and imminent.
My youngest son wrote this essay in college, about 4 years ago. I am posting it today, with his permission, in honor of his wedding
“I might’ve cried a bit as I drifted into the bliss that is sleep when you need to let go, except suddenly I heard a very distinct rattling and “scrtch, crtsh, skitczh” and from the corner of my eye I saw…”
I’ve posted this piece for the last two Easters which means it’s dangerously close to becoming my tradition. The thing is, the image that came
Today I spent hours organizing my words. In Gmail alone, I created folders and tags and placed nearly 21,000 emails in their respective cyber-spaces. It
Sister Michelle is my colleague and friend here in Melbourne. She grew up in a family of 8, the daughter of missionaries, in Kenya. Today, she