Postcard Pretend: Explore

Dear Mom, Let’s pretend this is a postcard. You’ve been very hard to catch on the phone. So let’s resort to some new-school old-school communication techniques. If this was a postcard, it would say,   Dear Mom, Went on a walk with Kate yesterday. Followed a creek and discovered a new trail that’s nice and long….

Kissing Cousins

Mongolia taught me to kiss. Shocker, I know; especially with my anti-hug policies and adoration of personal space. Touchy, I am not! But when you’ve got kids thrown into your life and communication is accomplished through action, primarily; limiting one’s self to awkward smiles and waves is a bit ridiculous. Wrestles, races, dutch blitz and…

Photo Friday: Up

Meet two of my favourite foster kids: How to describe? Well, they share a wide streak of stubborn, but are definitely two different peas in a pod. The little lady is studious, clever, and definitely has the older sister dictator role down pat. And Bobby? Bobby is BOY, written all over! Here, she was reading…

Love is Kind

Kindness. I looked up the definition but found it unsatisfactory. I have decided it is a word in it’s own category, and one that is defined by action.   Kindness is when the bus lady seeks me out to show me that this is where I should get off. I had asked her if the…

Originally posted on Thine Web Log:
A few days ago I went to a mall. Next to the entrance to Chapters was a young teen. Propped up on the brick her sign read something to the effect of “Homeless and Hungry”. I nearly walked by her and into the mall, however, my mind had been…

Punk it Up

I have a video of a bunch of kids in a circle, dancing around in a teal-walled room to a single guitar. You might not understand them, because they certainly aren’t singing English and I’m assuming you who shall read this are mostly English-speakers, since that’s what this blog is written in and all. But…

Love Deciphered

I look at the scabby picture of Lilo & Stich on my arm and resist scrubbing it off. I think about Tomoko, the boy who put it there with genuine kindness in his heart. Hear this, world: If I let you put a fake tattoo from a dollar lollipop on my arm, it means I…

Faces I Love

Tonight was Youth Group. So obviously, it was a good night. . The best part about Youth group is the faces, and these are some of the faces that I love:

The Velcro Effect

It follows me. I see hints of it in the actions of others and find evidence in conversations. It’s been studied, I’m sure, by psychiatrists and such folks with fancier titles and more specific thoughts than I, but I’ve decided to venture forth and point it out to you anyhow. Now, I’m not one much…

Ouch

I just walked past a woman in the stairwell. She was there 4 hours earlier, when Adele & I arrived at the boys’ apartment. She stood in the corner and said something to us in Mongolian. It sounded like a question. We looked away and ignored her. We’re foreigners. We can’t talk to you, even…