30 Years Today

It seems another person boarded a plane for China thirty years ago. She was timid and scared of the path that lay before her, a new mom with a daughter one-year in age. She had never been out of the country of her birth, let alone to the other side of the world. How could…

The Widow’s Pot

I’m not sure why she comes to mind.  It was more than eight years ago. We’ll call her Hepzibah. Covering her head with her scarf, Hepzibah bowed to pray.  She knelt upon a mat covering the dirt floor of a small and rickety church building.  The church stood in the middle of a slum area…