Yes, I’m still here in America, where a moderately priced hotel lobby looks like this. (Yes, that really IS leopard print carpet.) Where people expect to be comfortable and fed and provided with fast wireless internet. Sometimes they OK, I — even call the desk to ask what’s up, if, say, the internet doesn’t...
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Compassion
Still in nice comfy America
Sunday
Give Me Your Eyes Give me your eyes for just one second, Give me your eyes so I can see, Everything that I keep missing, Give me your love for humanity. Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted The ones that are far beyond my reach. Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten....
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From Miami
I always imagine getting lots of actual writing done on an airplane. In reality the closeness and the noise and the early rising tends towards an inertia that makes it seem much easier to thumb through a magazine. My first flight was at 9 AM — not too early. But I didn’t want to...
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The worst part of traveling
It’s Friday, family movie night. I’m snuggled into the loveseat next to my husband, with my head on his chest and his arm curved around me. The living room looks like a mosh pit, with kids everywhere on chairs and beanbags and sprawled out on the floor. The closing credits are rolling for tonight’s...
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My Compassion trip to the Dominican Republic
In the mail today was a picture of an 8 year old little boy. I get to meet him in just three weeks, when I go to the Dominican Republic to blog about their work in that country. I am so excited! I leave November 1st. I have plane tickets. I’ve renewed my passport....
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