Missing Mongolia

Mongolia is haunting me today. It’s unlike my usual longing to see the youth that I worked with there, a group comprised mostly of international missionaries’ kids. Today it is actually Mongolia. I saw pictures of summer there. The season changing has something to do with this, my yearning to be there and see, smell,…

5 in a Row: Boots on the Bus

The best stories are bus stories, it seems. I think the bus is a good place to be because there are no expectations. There’s no room for ‘awkward’ in a place where interaction ¬†unexpected and offence is off the radar. You’re out with strangers, and a stranger you are too. You have time for a…