The air felt cold and heavy as I trudged through the snow in the memorial park where my husband’s ashes lay. It was January 10, 1997, two and a half years since his death, and I was coming not so much to talk to him, but to God. I...
Indonesia is full of baskets . . . some delicately hand-woven, others pieced together with large and gaudy strips of wicker. Some cradle colorful fruits in the marketplace. Others nestle newly harvested rice on the backs of highland villagers. Regardless, each basket is uniquely designed by its maker for...
Several years ago, I had the wonderful honor of being present when a friend gave birth to her third child. She had asked me to babysit her older children when she went into labor, but as it turned out, they were safely asleep in my bed when Rick and...
My Dear One, You will get through this. Honest. I realize that it does not seem that way from your perspective. Exhaustion and anxiety threaten to engulf you, but believe Me, they will not defeat you. Like a concerned mother watching her toddler in a crowd, My eyes never...
