Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading
Imagine sending your baby boy off on a motorcycle every morning into the craziness that is Sentani Traffic. Never mind that this “baby” is a
And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you
Within the first few days of arriving in Papua, I witnessed an act of kindness that would be the first of many experienced here. After
I first met Ibu Lina the day she showed up at our house for an interview to be our house helper. An extremely meek, sweet-faced
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
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,
