Grandmas are magical…
When I was growing up, I thought my grandmother was magical. Of course, I had a pretty low threshold for what constituted magic, so Grandma surpassed it every single time. If we are lucky, the word “grandma” means big hugs and kisses, softness and smiles,...
Good Friday Reflection: That time I left without paying for lunch…
Recently, I met my friend, Lisa, for lunch. It was a snowy day (so it could have been this past Tuesday, right?) Anywhoo, Lisa and I arranged to meet at a little café about 30 minutes away from my office. It’s the kind of cute cafe that’s too quaint to...
Barbie’s Honduran Adventure
Hello friends, There are a few words that describe the second half of my trip to Honduras: shock, awe, guns and beauty. It was an extraordinary Honduran Barbie adventure. I’ll explain… Shock… Last Sunday, I truly almost peed my pants when my friend,...
What Honduras teaches me…
Today, I got to see two lives changed right before my eyes. Steve is the gringo (aka young white guy) in the photo. He’s a young buck who decided in February to go on a missions trip. All he knew was that he wanted to come to Honduras and help people. but, once...
Lessons from my morning jog…
In a previous post, I shared about how much I hate running. It’s not that I hate the idea of running, I just HATE that I’m not any good at it. Once, I was running a 5k and every single 60 or 70 year-old in the race passed right by. I see people jogging...I’m so glad that you’re here!
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