There I was in Sweden, visiting Daughter #4 in Bible school. While my daughter was in class, I wandered around the campus. A study option at that school was learning to lead adventure trips so they had a ropes course and team-building challenges on their property. That afternoon I enjoyed watching a group of high … Continue reading The Maze →

Two stuffed chickens were roasting, filling the house with that special Thanksgiving aroma. It was November, 1985. We were living in Bolivia and enjoying celebrating our traditional holidays where chickens substituted for turkeys and expat friends for family. It would be a fun gathering at our mission guesthouse. That morning a neighbor rang my doorbell. … Continue reading Thanksgiving Lost . . . and Regained →

Everest.  What do you think of when you hear that word? Years ago when I met Jake, he was into mountaineering. Among the stuff he brought into our marriage, with the sleeping bags and climbing gear and big boots, were some books about mountain expeditions around the world. I myself never liked climbing but I … Continue reading Everest →

Being in Canada this week I keep thinking about my mother. This is the country where she was born, where she walked to schools and parks and stores, figured-skated, where she worked for the Red Cross during WWll, and where she met and married my father. For the first 21 years of her life, my … Continue reading 506 Grace Street →

I am packing my suitcase, heading up to Canada for ten days to be with Daughter #1.  My thoughts have been about the little decisions: What do I want to wear?  What do I take to read? What will I want to give away?  But this morning I woke up thinking there is something else … Continue reading Packing Grace →