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 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…
Open the eyes of my heart
The hardest part of being here is seeing. Seeing the need. Seeing the disparity. Seeing the vain devotion. Seeing the truth.
Christmas in the air {elementary edition}
Let’s be honest: the elementary years are just plain fun when it comes to buying gifts. You probably don’t need a whole lot of direction…
Christmas in the air {high school edition}
Teens are notoriously hard to buy for. The assumption is that a CD with a $20 bill taped to the front cuts it– or, on…