As a starry eyed 18 year old, I fervently prayed the kind of prayer that only extremely idealistic 18 year olds pray.  I prayed that I would never get pregnant.  Yup.  I had been learning about all the children in this world who need families.  Why create more children when so many already exist?  But…

My mom and I nicknamed the extra bedroom The Presidential Suite.  Not because the room was elaborate or stately but because the wallpaper is a ghastly pattern of presidential seal-nes.  Over and over again.  I don’t understand either.  Unlike normal families, we left allllll the wallpaper up, in the whole house, when we moved in….

My evenings in Honduras are usually spent journaling.  I try to capture the tender moments and sweet memories but more often than not, I journal through hard conversations.  By writing their words, I can flesh out what I feel about them.  I analyze and pray and process and then have the gumption to do it…

I’ve been walking around with a leather bound planner from Zig Ziglar.  I’ve also been dropping the name Zig Ziglar like we’re friends.  #zigziglar  That’s how I send a message to him, right?  To everyone who knows who I’m talking about – props to you.  For everyone else, before you open another tab and start…

Two years ago, as we both looked down on these two Yami says, “Look at these two blessings.” Blessings? I think.  Blessing was the furthest thing from my mind.  I was thinking about how both moms are younger than 20 years old.  That one of these baby girl’s fathers is dead and the other is…

I was called into the meeting because they thought I might have some inside information. “We don’t know what to do with him. He has no respect for anyone. He quits everything he starts. Do you have any idea what he really wants to do with his life?” (Paraphrasing. Because who remembers conversations from two…

Well hello! How are those Black Friday lines treating you? Aren’t you glad that you have something to read while you wait? That’s pretty much the main reason for this post today. That and to announce the start of this year’s holiday fundraiser! Sharing Hope: Building Minds This year, we’re adding brain surgery to our…

It seems that some of the pressure has been relieved in my big ol’ head, which means that my focus can shift back to the things that make my smile widest.  Namely them: So today is going to be blog light.  As in, there will be lots of cute pictures of kids that I recommend…

Ninety kids of various shapes and sizes. Every now and then you’ll find them in disguises. On the 10th of September, their youthfulness is celebrated. Piñata! Outings! ….But that’s not what will be most anxiously awaited. What oh what might this one thing be? A toy? A meal? They’re very own seal? Please say it…

Gringas have a bit of a reputation within the circles that I run in Honduras.  It is often said that we comer moro. I’ll spare you the literal translation because comer is to eat and moro is…who even knows?  The essence of the phrase is that we’re gullible.  I often hear this phrase as I’m telling…

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