{ Red Letter Christians: Adoption Lament } 25 Nov, 2014 “What was her name?” my daughter asks. “Did anyone save a picture of her?” “Do you know where her house is so I can see where she… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
lighting the yellow candle 29 Oct, 2014 My daughter asked to light the yellow candle. “Why the yellow one?” I asked, as I always do, giving her opportunity to voice her heart. “Yellow because… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
brown boy walking 09 Oct, 2014 He was walking to school in the morning air, right before the sun warmed away the chill. Backpack slung over one shoulder, dangling as he shuffled in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
His life matters – world peace may hang in the balance 14 Aug, 2014 This is my son. He’s ten years old. His life matters. How sad that I feel the need to document the obvious. But the last set of… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Summer Lessons 25 Jul, 2014 My summer is nearly done. In a matter of days I’ll pack suitcases, gather passports and make my way home in time for the first day of… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Story: Our Gratitude } 25 Nov, 2013 We brought her home when she was eighteen months old. It felt like we snatched her from death and disease, from a life defined by a hospice… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ when there are everlasting meals } 21 Aug, 2013 Our small oak table, weathered by other generations, creaked as we crowded around for family dinner. The squared space could scarcely hold all the tiny plastic bowls… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Story: Her Dreads } 24 Jul, 2013 Her dreads sway around her shoulders as she walks – and when she twirls her headdress of black ropes spins like a merri-go-round, whipping through the air… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ SheLoves: after the verdict } 16 Jul, 2013 This isn’t the first time I felt scared for my son. I remember when I first learned that dark-skinned men are more likely to be incarcerated. Or… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Painting Pictures: A Transitional, Formational Life } 02 Jul, 2013 Open suitcases strewn on the bedroom floor signal that summer’s coming. Once more we strategically pack clothes, electronics, books and all manner of sundries into our… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
