Monthly Archives: August 2013

Funny how when we want a taste of home that’s where we call. “Mom, how do you make your…..” I’ve done it myself more often than I could count. Now my boys on their own will call and ask me. … Continue reading →

It’s funny how sometimes a certain smell or a song can take your mind to another place and time. Sunday, as we sat in our little church here on a mountain in Central America, I was suddenly back in Chicago, … Continue reading →

We were headed home from the airport with new and returning teachers today. As our mountain came into view I turned to the young boy behind me and said, “Caleb, do you see the statue of Jesus with the big Coca … Continue reading →