Category Archives: Foreign Service

Two days ago, while making a left hand turn onto a busy boulevard, a scooter basically T-boned my van.  As you can imagine, it was horrible.  When I jumped out of my car, the first thing I saw was a smashed scooter and a young man lying on the road, covered in blood and convulsing.Continue reading “A Lesson in Compassion”

This is my oldest child Cecily.  She turns 16 next month.  When Cecily was 14 she faced a really big challenge.  Half way through her freshman year, she was uprooted from small-town Utah and dropped into a huge city in a foreign country.  She had no choice in the matter.  Given these circumstances, many teenagersContinue reading “My Oldest Child”

I’m missing the time when my babies were babies.  Back when I could hold them and cuddle with them and tickle their little hands and squeeze their chubby little thighs.  Now when I try to cuddle my boys, they karate chop me.  When I try to cuddle my girls, they look at me like I’mContinue reading “When My Babies Were Babies”