When I was five, we took our annual Colorado vacation in the hot month of July, and my mother left my packed suitcase with all my...

We bought a house last Friday. Kyle and I signed our names on eight pages of paperwork, confirmed the money wire, hugged the realtor, and...

But unless we are creators we are not fully alive. What do I mean by creators? Not only artists, whose acts of creation are the obvious...

For months, I was adamant that we would not sell Dad’s house. I couldn’t imagine letting it go. It held all my parents’ stuff, and...

I absolutely hate goodbyes. Dogs are dogs, I know. They aren’t people and so there isn’t really a need to write a long, sad,...

I remember the sound of typewriter keys on Saturday mornings. Dad would finish his Sunday school lesson by typing his notes on the old...

Two days before Christmas, I did this to my car. It was completely my fault, and adding insult to injury (actually, my injury was only a...

I have a Black Friday shopping story for you. Many years ago Kyle and I got up at 5 a.m. to hunt Furbies, got sick of the whole circus by...

It’s been three days since we’ve been home from Ghana and this time, post-trip, I’ve done something new and different. I’ve let down....

Written last night, posted today: We’ve been waiting for this day all week. We visited the village of Dumakyi, which, for us, is a whole...

I’m taking the easy way out and posting photos from our Sunday lunch today with the families in the Rising Village programs. I can’t take...

Today is Friday. We are halfway through our time here in Ghana, which is hard to believe. We visited more families today, and made a stop...

Today, it felt like Ghana – hot, sunny, and a little humid. No, actually it was very humid. Yesterday, Chris wondered where all that hot weather was that I had promised her, so today Ghana delivered it. Ah, this feels like the Ghana I know and love. This was a day to catch up with old and new friends and to share greetings from our friends back in the U.S. We brought photo albums for our Income Generation women with postcard greetings, letters, and photos of women in the U.S.

We brought the rains – at least that is what Isaac says. I started this post writing in my little Wexford 50-sheet notebook with the rain...

This is last night’s post, but the WiFi was not cooperating, so I’m once again posting after the fact. Just pretend it is about 3:29 p.m....

It seems perfectly fitting that on Orphan Sunday we are boarding a flight to Ghana – a country I was introduced to through the faces of...

We’re packing the luggage, gathering the passports, and preparing for another trip to Ghana in early November. I’m so blessed to be able...

There is nothing that makes my palms sweat more than a ski lift. Even if I am 800 miles from the nearest one, just thinking about my legs...

My mother died six years ago this month. I remember the Mother’s Day after her funeral when I sat on the back patio and watched a nest of...

Our last day in Ankaase was great weather. Cool this morning and dry and warm (okay, a little hot) this afternoon. But definitely my kind...