30 Years Today

It seems like another person boarded a plane for China thirty years ago.  She was timid and scared of the path that lay before her.  Her daughter was just a baby, a one-year-old.  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

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.  The mat she knelt on covered the dirt floor of the tiny, barely standing, church building that stood in the middle of the slum she called home. Under her scarf,…