“I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your strong right hand holds me securely.” (Ps 63:7-8) The sun’s powerful rays have just catapulted over the ridge to…
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Our train snakes through the plains, scattered with fields of crops and brightly colored huts, we make our way to the foothills where it’s still build-a-fire, dreary kind of wintery weather. But not for…
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Daddy is feeding Little Man Christmas cookies for breakfast and I don’t care, because they’re both happily entertained in the kitchen. We’ve got the space heater blowing on high and the lights on the…
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For weeks I had this recurring urge to drop everything, run up the rocky path to the nearest road, catch a taxi down that nauseating switch-back road off of this crazy mountain and never…
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The sun came up over the southern ridge at 7am, but Tyler and I were watching it from 5:45. Little Man woke up at 5:30 and I helped him back asleep—a huge victory and…
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I have a giant bowl of peanut butter popcorn in my lap and I’m eating it with the serving spoon. This morning I caught up with my good friend Danielle and she helped me…
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One thing more amusing than adjusting to a new culture alone, has been adjusting as a family. These days, I struggle with indirect communication and relationship-over-task. The greatest challenge for my husband has been…
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Sipping coffee out of my own mug with homemade dulce de leche. The best culinary discovery I’ve made recently is that a can of sweetened condensed milk can be laid sideways in boiling water…
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I’m sitting back in my chair on a misty cliff at 8000 feet, watching the clouds float between the hills below. We’ve just moved into our first temporary home in our mountain town—a one-room…
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“That’s not my circus. That’s not my monkeys.” – a Polish Proverb This is the quote that has been speaking rather loudly to me for the last couple days. Have you ever found yourself taking…
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New Sherpa slippers, feet propped up, sitting in the old blue chair—the “reading nook” I recently set up in our basement bedroom. Each little branch outside is covered in ice, melting and making dripping…
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We live in a basement with two rooms. My parents and grandmother live above, and all four generations share one kitchen. When we are not on the road and living out of our trusty…