We were in our late 20s the first time we parented these ages– younger, more idealistic, maybe just a bit more capable of doing it…
Marking time
One thing about time in a new place– it just flows over you, no real rhyme or rhythm, no familiar milestones to mark its passing.…
Home, making
That I can tell, there is no word for “homemaking” in Nepali. There are words for cooking, words for cleaning, words for doing a whole…
That night
That afternoon when you realize that the cranky toddler isn’t just being a pill … he’s got a fever. That evening where you have to…
Broken babies
John Mark was still healing the first time I felt his round little head burrow into my shoulder. Places babies should never feel anything but…
School thoughts
After some hiccups, we declared the 2014-15 school year open for business a few weeks back. It promises, already, to be auspicious.
The lights of Tihar and Christmas
Nepali Hindus just finished celebrating Tihar, also known as the Festival of Lights, and on the last days of the weeklong celebration they decorate their…
The growing tension
For mothers, there is always a tension in reconciling the boy we have known and the man we see. For years, I struggled to understand…
Loss
It doesn’t take much to send me hurtling back to the moment I realized that the baby I had only just begun to accept as…
Lost in transition
We have to find a new church, and that just sucks. This isn’t because something bad happened. No. Our church was great. It’s just that…