I cannot remember a time when I didn’t have a fairly hefty sense of responsibility. Perhaps this had to do with a thrifty, Scotch-English upbringing, or being the eldest child, or simply the ethos of my family. Regardless of its origins, I have a well-developed need...
On Tuesday, Henry and I, along with a deacon who works with Henry on the border, went to the first hearing for our young Venezuelan friend in the Eloy Detention Center. It felt like taking baby steps, because the lawyer (hired by Cruzando Fronteras) told us that this...
Welcome to 2019! The year is less than a week old and already I’m encountering a paradox. Last Sunday I shared how I spent 2018 coming to terms with the continued shift in focus of my business—with less spiritual guidance and retreat leadership and more writing and...
Henry, my husband, first started getting directly involved in border ministry when we lived in Silver City, New Mexico. Then, and now, we live just a 90-minute drive from the border with Mexico. Henry has begun to volunteer his time, going down to Nogales (both the...
Our granddaughter visited us for ten days, earlier this month. Our time together was a gift in many ways—and a challenge in others. For one thing, the ebb and flow of the freelance life means I can do my best to plan around the busy seasons—but the busy seasons...