Last summer I spent a month visiting my family in the States. One afternoon I was watching my son at the playground when it suddenly
A few years back we did a story about the Korowai people of Danowage [FlightWatch Winter 2012] and how the MAF floatplane was serving them,
Because I have sons, I have been trained to love the geckos that live on our walls here in Indonesia. Unfortunately, these little creatures can
I’m at the computer, reminiscing and looking through old digital photos. I marvel at the sweet faces of my kids a few years ago—chubbier, messier,
I live on a small island where there are no long-stemmed roses, none of my favorite dark chocolate, and no romantic Italian restaurants. And this
It happens almost every day. Dozens of blaring motorcycle horns signal that another funeral procession is making its way up our hill on its way
Finally, brethren, whatever is true…” Philippians 4:8 There it was in bright red letters across my forehead…FAILURE. It was written in the same bright red
