“Dona Menina, Dona Menina!” Who are they calling “Miss Girl”? I pondered as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. It was my first morning in the jungle town on the Amazon River in 1983 after having been dropped off by the missionary pilot the previous afternoon. I...
Furlough sounds relaxing. It conjures up images in my mind of sipping sweet tea by the pool and enjoying good books. After working in Indonesia for three years without a break, I approached my first furlough with great anticipation. I liken the experience of furlough to birth: those that...
Years ago, my young daughter confessed that she believed angels had the responsibility to fetch our heads after we die and bring them to heaven. Huh? “Where in the world did you get that idea?” “You.” Me! I frantically searched the recesses of my mind. Nothing. “When did I...
When we first moved to “the sandbox” (as we affectionately call it) I found it relatively easy to make friends with other women. The ladies who seemed desperate for connection and friendship were the ones who were knee-deep in the mundane of life with babies and young children. Because...
