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I woke up feeling the cool breeze of the Guatemalan morning. It was refreshing as my heart had been wrecked beyond what I could imagine the days previous. Walking around the Guatemala City Dump community the previous day had left me feeling overwhelmed. My mind...
The mail came Tuesday. I'm not sure why it surprised me, but it did. I'm always shocked when the mail arrives after a tragedy. I want it to stop. Maybe as an act of reverence. Maybe because I want more time to mourn. The mail reminds me life moves fast, too fast. I...
As a child, I remember visiting the local bank. Dark, shiny wood paneling lined the walls. People in formal attire smiled and handed out Dum Dums. Black pens hung on beaded chains. Chatter remained hushed. I loved going to the bank and listening to the familiar...
Today I'm thinking of my friends in transition. Because sometimes I think God waits in places that smell of bleach and Hamburger Helper. Places that house women without a place of their own who wear red, fuzzy slippers and children who sport sleeveless pajamas in the...
My spiritual mentor is tiny in stature, yet fierce in strength. If you walked...
Six-year-old me stood on a new boardwalk in Northern Michigan and looked down....
A rag-tag group of elementary students sat at a table and hand-crafted...
I used to think and rethink ways to live a life of love. I agonized over my...
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