Back in early 2012 I read an article in Guideposts magazine by Debbie Macomber that shared her practice of choosing a word to focus on each year. While I wouldn’t describe myself as a religious person, nor am I a reader of Macomber’s books, I was inspired by this practice. I chose a word for that year, and have been choosing a “word for the year” ever since. I have shared the article with friends…
In my three years of living in Mongolia, my father was my only visitor. He arrived the night before I did, and was there for the first two weeks of my new life. Don’t get me wrong, I was thankful to have a fellow family member there–to have him see where I would be living and working. However, I expect he left with many questions about how my life would proceed. His concerns were not…
It is hard to believe that I have already been in Turkey for over two months, and that I have NOT yet made the time to post an update here. I keep waiting for things to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N. But it seems that may not be something that will happen. There is always someone new to meet or get to know, some place new to jet off to for the weekend, and if you can believe…