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.…
Hello 2025
Happy New Year to all of you! Thanks again for being here with me year after year. As always, my desire is to serve and bless you through these posts and reciprocally your faithfulness and interest is so appreciated and an enormous blessing to myself. Once more I'd like to leave you with the list…
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…
Courage
Zucchini bread is baking in the oven (only because it rained this morning and it's not 90 degrees inside the house) and chai is steaming out of a china cup. And I'm writing. Perhaps the quintessential afternoon for any quiet homebody. But outside, the world feels so violent and hostile. So virulent, capricious, volatile. More…
#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…
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…
Death is a Promise
Death is a PromiseThat there is another side. The Earnest of Eternity;A slim channel betweentoday and Tomorrow. Death is a PromiseThat full Redemption still waits.The Great Price has been fully paid;A blood-soaked settlement.But Home is yet to come. Death is a Promise That there is another side. They walk through but leave us behindOur tears…
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…
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