The door to spring is inching open but it just takes a little longer up here on Minnesota’s frozen tundra. One of these days, I hope to see daffodils and crocuses between snow-drenched patches of green. Those blooms poking up are a sure sign that spring is here for...
My energetic father can’t wait to be back in Italy, sitting with his local friends around an indulgent platter of torta fritta. When vaccines for his age group were released this month, he pounced on the first available appointment, driving several hours through...
After the birth of our son, my husband promised to take me on a cruise. I’d spent eight months on bed rest, and he was nice enough to realize I needed a vacation. Six months later on Thanksgiving weekend, we set sail on a Celebrity Cruise ship to explore the...
A vacation I spent most of my growing up years in Brazil, a country that stretches bigger than the continental USA. Most of that time, though, was spent in the small region where my parents worked in missions, with an occasional visit to the “big cities” to visit...
This past summer, John and I took our three boys to the place where we met in 1989 on a short-term mission trip, a quaint Austrian village just outside of Salzburg. John was a college kid from West Texas and I was a high school student from Canada. If you know...
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