We met Julia’s mother again and the entire family last evening at another restaurant closer to where they live. Everyone was present this time including Julia’s brother, Walter, that did not come last Tuesday because he was working. The family says that Walter looks the most like their father, Carlos. He doesn’t look like Julia…
Category: Culture
Tacos, Steeples, and Synagogues…
We took a city tour yesterday. When I came home, I was so disappointed in my photos. I just wasn’t on top of it and missed some good opportunities–just too much on my mind otherwise, I guess. Really it is not like me to miss photos ops… Today we will meet with Julia’s family again….
Two Stories Becoming One…
For many years when Wayne put Julia to bed, he told her a bedtime story. Oh and btw, Wayne did tuck Julia into bed every night. This was his daddy responsibility. It gave me a few moments to relax before bed… Back to the story… It went something like this, “Mama and Daddy got married…
To Guatemala!
My daughter didn’t sleep all night. She spent most of it packing. About four in the morning, she actually crawled in bed with us–something she hasn’t done in a long time. We all talked and prayed about the trip; we shed some tears too… Julia with some orphans in Ethiopia two years ago. We leave…
Never Forget…
the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
‘My Sister’s Keeper’… a Keeper
From time to time, I like to critique movies. After all, they are a vivid, living-color representation of our culture… all the glory and gore is contained there. And that’s what this blog is about: The content or lack of content in American traditions…
The Pain in His Face
Life is about pain. The fact that you have it. The fact that you want to relieve it. Humankind’s connection with God is all about eradicating pain. The truth is we are crippled with pain and need crutches. We are wounded and in need of a Healer. But the post-modern, post-Christian world rejects this idea, making…
Moon-Slide Ride
I love children’s literature and have written a little through the years. Now suddenly, I have this insatiable desire to write for children, so I am stoking up the creative juices so my imagination can fly. Children are so much fun to write for, read to, and be with… They are just the best! The…
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
Bonnie Saul Wilks 