conversation with my son: fairness
[caption id="attachment_149" align="aligncenter" width="600"] The Nikondeha men sharing a meal in Burundi.[/caption] My son 's antenna is fine tuned to detect any hint of unfairness. He sees more milk in Emma's cup, more watermelon in her bowl and is convinced she has the bigger slice of pizza. He cries 'it's not fair' other kids have cell phones, iPods, an x-box and sugar cereals. It's not fair is his new battle cry. So standing on the shoulders of all the wise parents…
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She’s Going to Harvard Law
This week she starts Harvard Law School. I remember when she spent the summer with us in Burundi, walking the dusty neighborhood, trying out her Kirundi and lovin' on my kids. She wanted more than the American dream, she hungered for God's dream for the world and her place in it. She left the comfort of Arizona, inviting instead confrontation with a different reality lived on the African street. She saw injustice, she had eyes to see those living in…
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Blessing & Departure
I awoke to the sound of the shower. Suitcases were already packed and weighed, electronics charged, boarding pass printed out and tucked into his passport. He was leaving again. In the days prior we ran errands about town to get toiletries, niceties and necessities. Unzipped luggage stretched out - hungry for clothes, a new camera, more pens, lotion and chili sauce. The night before we dined on pizza with our kids (since no one wanted to do the dishes). Then…
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My Canadian Girlfriends
  It took me awhile to find true girlfriends. Pockets of them reside in Santa Barbara and South Africa with some in Kenya. But the ones that get me from the surface of my white skin to the deep of my writer soul are clustered in westside of Canada. Who knew! I flew into Vancouver on a clear blue-skied day. Idelette met me curbside. She got out of the convertible so she could embrace me from the crown of my…
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Without Fear: Muslims & Mosques
I was in Burundi on 9/11. Prior to that day I never gave Islam a thought, I never had reason to say Muslim. But much changed that September day. People started devouring books on Islam, seminaries hosted forums with Muslim scholars and cable news shows began to feature Muslim clerics in an effort to understand. The deeds of that day stirred both interest and fear. I felt it in transit between Africa and the US, pushing through crowded airports like…
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In Transit: Vancouver
I am in transit for the next few days, headed to Vancouver to visit my SheLove sisters Idelette McVicker, Tina Francis & Sarah Bessey. I am eager for time together to laugh, snack, write, share, dream and inhale the goodness of friendship. These women have other affects on me - they inspire, encourage, push and love me.  I will travel anywhere to be in such company!  
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Without Fear: Yoga & My Body
Ali and I sat side by side for a long church season learning about worship, compassion and forgiveness.  Then she moved away. During our annual retreat to Santa Barbara some years later she told me about yoga. Not just taking classes or carrying around her own mat – but studying to be a yoga instructor. My best Christian friend was becoming a yogi – reading Sanskrit and Scripture and loving Jesus all the while. In the serenity of the sun-lit…
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{ ShePonders: Sabbath }
“Keep the Sabbath day holy!” yelled the boisterous and candy-hungry third graders in answer to the pirate’s final trivia question. Apparently they were going through the Ten Commands in Sunday School. (Pretty sure pirate ships were not part of the Egyptian landscape, but my guess is they were taking some creative license with it all.) Over lunch I asked my son what “Sabbath” meant. “It is when we take time to rest so we can go to church and worship God,” he…
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Without Fear: Books & Truth
He stood tall and well-styled. His words were eloquent and piercing in a welcomed way like the first bracing whiff of a lover’s cologne. I could not ignore the words – nor did I intend to. “We say that we believe ‘all truth is God’s truth’ – but do we really?” He went on to outline the ways which we say we embrace all truth but in fact refuse truth that comes from suspect sources, thinkers who are foreign to…
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conversation with my son: forgiving
My children were caught fighting on the school playground. It got physical, loud and mean. She knows how to provoke. He can’t restrain his reaction. The next morning after cereal bowls dotted with blueberries, gummy vitamins and brushed teeth I gathered my chicks on my bed. My son could not even look at her, still seething. My goal was simple: apologize, forgive, pray. I began with a prologue on how God went to special lengths to bring them together. I…
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