The Dying Art of Thinking

Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think. Martin Luther King, Jr. Autocorrect and predictive text is creating within me a new level of mental and emotional laziness. I am…

Wait, We Are Not Old Enough For a Stroke

The last thing we expected Ending up in the stroke unit at St Luke’s Hospital was the last thing on my mind as I pulled out of my driveway, heading South to deliver a wheelchair to a small Mexican town that I previously wrote about. Later that evening, after a phone call to my husband,…

Tough Love Isn’t Punitive

Consequences are Gifts Tough love isn’t punitive. The purpose of tough love is redemption. This means that the consequences that are being faced by the offender should be something that will lead them back to the place that they should be. What does that look like practically from a parental point of view? Today my…

Reaching Cacao

The Day I Pushed a Taxi up a Mountain in Nicaragua Above the cloud forests in Nicaragua is a tiny village where coffee and chocolate grow wild. It is extremely remote and difficult to access. I traveled there recently to explore the viability of a future humanitarian aid project. To say that I don’t like…

Beyond the Border

If You Only Knew; I Believe You Would Have Compassion Tiny shriveled legs dangle lifelessly from a modified stroller that five-year-old Jose uses for mobility. His condition is unknown because it will cost five thousand pesos to undergo his first round of tests. His smile is intoxicating as he reaches out with a tremendous effort…

Aching for Treasures in Heaven

Finding Comfort in Heirlooms and Legacies They Left Behind A lovely, heirloom clock sits prominently on the mantle in my living room. It belonged to my husband’s grandmother. Every hour it announces itself with a music box version of a familiar, classical song. My attention is drawn away to thoughts of her when I hear…