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We were already a family when we moved to Amsterdam in the last week of January, 2003. Marci and I had been married for almost five years. Elliot was ten months old. Still, we really grew as a family during … Continue reading
We were already a family when we moved to Amsterdam in the last week of January, 2003. Marci and I had been married for almost five years. Elliot was ten months old. Still, we really grew as a family during … Continue reading
This week marks twenty years since the period in our family’s life which I sometimes call our “Week of Destiny.” That was the week in which we raised the last of our financial support. It was the week we closed … Continue reading
It’s that time of the year for retrospection. After posting my Top Ten Songs of 2022, Top Ten Books of 2022, Top Ten Hikes of 2022, and Top Ten Ministry Moments of 2022, it’s time to conclude these rankings with looking back on the … Continue reading
When I look back at old pictures, I notice that it’s often the littlest details that draw the fondest memories. The familiar building from 1951 with the unfamiliar embellishments… the make and model of the family car in 1994… the … Continue reading
Families form traditions. And traditions form families. Our household has collected got a whole heap of traditions over the years: from two tradition-rich families, from multiple cultures, and from our own set of experiences. But a new generation is coming … Continue reading
There’s a bend in the road near our house where I get a glimpse of the Jessie Smith Nature Preserve. I’ve now lived in this area long enough to feel at least some degree of confidence in reading the forest. … Continue reading
Even in his most-Parkinsonian, most-demented, most-psychotic state, my Dad’s vocabulary is impeccable. When he got on the phone last night, he said, “You know the ones who have been… my captors… I perceive that they have released me from prison… … Continue reading
After our family vacation in the Western Wilds of North America, we drove through the Heartland to get back to Ohio. Through Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana… The fields of corn and soy seemed impossibly green, after our time in those … Continue reading
The grasshoppers pelting our minivan sound like plugs of tobacco hitting a spittoon, as we hurtle northeast through the brush country of northern Nevada. It’s hot and dry here, in late July. The towering, snow-streaked peaks of the Ruby Mountains … Continue reading
I recently finished reading David Sedaris’s collection of short stories, The Best of Me. I decided to give it a try towards the end of June, Pride Month, because I wanted to read something by an author from the LGBT … Continue reading