It feels appropriate that the 100th post on this blog should be the one before us: news and philosophical rabbit holes. But first, let's celebrate. 100. It's taken me a few years to get here (my very first post here was in 2019) which makes it even sweeter. Thank you to each of you who…
Come Along for the Ride
We’re in traffic somewhere in Veracruz. The sugar cane fields are being cut, burned and replanted. Van claims it’s 47 C outside. I believe it. It’s pretty toasty in here. According to X, a semi burst into flames a few kilometers up ahead so the highway is down to one lane. It’s a 12 hour…
Wah-HA-ka
As soon as we open the doors of the van, step out and stretch our weary muscles, we know we're in Oaxaca again. Maybe it's the dryness, the dust or the mountains, maybe a distant whiff of tasajo and string cheese. Or maybe it's just the kids tickling the baby and saying "oooh Gali, are…
in Him is light
Every year I have this weird block when it comes to my first post. Like maybe I’m supposed to be coming up with some great inspiring saga to set us all aglow with renewed spiritual fervor. But I have no fantastic stories, no slideshow worthy presentation. So maybe it’s better to just give you what…
Coronavirus: the Gifting Thief
We’ve all been robbed. In broad daylight, eyes locked shamelessly with our own, Ms. Rona has picked us up, flipped us over and shaken our britches until every gum wrapper, nickel, and bobby pin has tinkled down to the sidewalk. Despite her flagrant disregard for any of our personal opinions on the matter and audacious…
Motherhood 101: 2020
Most male scholars of Holy Writ and ancient tongues will affirm Genesis 3:16 “in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children” to doubtless refer to the actual process of delivering a child. Now, having experienced that miraculous occasion more than once, yes....it is most certainly painful. But as a mother, I happen to suspect that Genesis…
Hello from Privada la Cabaña
It’s cloudy and rainy again this afternoon. These Campechanos don’t mind. Haling from the land of sand and perpetual sunshine, feeling cold and cozy is a treat. We always laugh when we see tourists in the south, happily burning themselves to a crisp, while we avoid Mr. Sun like the plague (or coronavirus as doubtless…
Home is
Not where the heart is. It’s not where I think I belong, nor where I want to be, nor where my deceptive heart tells me I should or could be. Home is where God’s heart is. Home is found in the center of God’s indefectible will. I don’t even know where my heart is anymore.…
Yet Not I
...I labor on in weakness and rejoicing, for in my need His power is displayedCity Alight, Yet not I but through Christ in me We were on our way to distribute and invite the other day when this song came up on David's shuffle. It encouraged me in the moment but I didn't realize that…
In Which the Campechanos Decide to Build a Fire
For some reason, my brain writes blog posts in the horizontal, in the dark, before I fall asleep at night. It's like my way of processing life. The problem is, I'm usually too out of it to actually record any of those 11 pm bursts of brilliancy. So, while I'm still semi cognizant, here's a…
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