Stories about Care for the Discarded

What Does it Mean to Shine?

What does it mean to shine? For years, I thought it meant being the flame that burned the hottest and brightest. Now, I see things differently. And it's all...

India is in My Hair.

It's Tuesday morning where I'm at right now, and the fragrance of India is in my hair. Though I wash it daily with scents of flowers and vanilla, the...

We are All Shattered Pieces.

The more I walk this road, the more I see our fragility. Yes, we are all shattered pieces, we are all shards. We have within us a million small...

You are the Best Story.

Two years ago, I sent out an Instagram love note to strangers, hoping someone would accept my invitation for a cup of coffee. No one did. Two years ago, I...

The Power of Scorched Earth

Today marks 18 years since my mom took her last breath on this earth. No matter what the day brings, there will be both the ache of her absence...

What Do We Say to a Kid in Kenya?

My friend Mindy and I finished teaching the kids at a school in a remote Kenyan village, and then asked, "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask...

Love (Advent)

It was sweet Miss Mary from Jamaica who taught me that sign language is indeed that – a language all its own. It is not merely an accommodation or...

Bloom. Rest. Burn.

"I was taught as a child that life was a rather straight-lined, nose-to-the-grindstone series of battles followed by blessing. But childhood fables of “strive hard and strive long to...

The Magic Fish Doesn’t Lie.

“Guys, GUYS, this fish is the best fish ever. It tells the truth.” What’s so special about a Magic Fish? Simply by touch, it feels our hearts. It let us...

We are Good and Bloodthirsty

I fell into the pages of Charlotte's Web at 9 years old, and read the entire book in one sitting. And then I read it again, dreaming myself far...
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