I had to count the years twice. Verification complete, it seems to be true. This is our 10th year schooling at home. It seems only yesterday that we'd drop our oldest off at the village kindergarten for the morning, then spend the afternoons learning our letters in English, reading stories and poetry and looking at…
Therefore it Became a Proverb
This afternoon marks exactly three weeks. It was Saturday, Mother's Day in Mexico and three days before my 34th birthday. They tell me that we went for a ride down the beach on the quad, a typical Saturday evening. Apparently I was taking a video of the sunset, the crashing waves, the pink sand. And…
Crocs and Kids
Somehow my last post was already two months ago. Writing about grief always kind of sucks all my public writing juices for awhile. I say public because I am writing quietly here on the side when I get a chance. One project is basically completed, I am just praying about what to do with it.…
Overdue.
I'm on my third cup of tea already. First chai. Then Earl Grey. Now Ceylon Alwazateen. It's just one of those days. Delightfully dreary and slow, painfully sad and full of introspection. The neighbor girl is here, pulling out every toy possible and whipping up a general hurricane. I don't even care. Her mom abandoned…
#100
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…
Let’s Travel: Across the Country
News. We left home on October 15th. Arrived to an AirBnb that hadn't been cleaned. Scrambled for another place to crash. Arrived to Oaxaca October 16th, 2:00 pm. Meetings in Magdalena Apasco Oct. 16, 17, 18. *Encouraged by renewed interest* Travel to Zamora, needed time with family and believers finally. Sad, yet healing. Surreal to…
The Magical In-Between
It was our last night away. We wound up the mountains to the Maltrata Pass in Veracruz on our way to a hotel in Córdoba. It was very dark, though not late, and I felt my anxiety levels rise. Recent reports of hold-ups, highway robberies, on that very highway brought back a flood of memories.…
Spring and Summer Favorites
A few things I've enjoyed over the last several months: The Book World: Dangerous topic as this post covers summer which meant extra time for personal reading. A list will suffice: Moby Dick. If you don't know the Bible fairly well, this book will make no sense. The last lines about Rachel still weeping over…
On Miracles
In our cynical, western, enlightened minds, miracles are generally a thing of the past. Supernatural is almost synonymous with superstitious and indeed, the superstitious are often the ones looking out most keenly for the supernatural. As a realist, the facts are the facts. It is what it is. This is, admittedly, often to my detriment.…
Atasta
When I went to talk to David it was with resignation. It was the acceptance a piece of driftwood feels when half lodged in the sand, each successive wave makes its relentless blow. The fridge was out. Again. For about a year the best it could do was for the freezer to act as a…
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