The summer after my freshman year in college, I taught conversational English in Japan. Whenever I would travel with my host family in their compact car, I was ushered to the front seat. Kiyoko (Mom) and her long-legged, teenage son and daughter would sit in the back. One day I said, “Kiyoko, let me ride …
The little, red-roofed cottage that hung on our family Christmas tree was not in my things. My heart sank. Had I sold it with the rest of my things before I left Burkina Faso? One day when I was looking for something in the attic, I discovered a small box of Christmas ornaments. There it was! The …
“Hello, Americans. This is Paul Harvey. Stand by for news!” My Dad was a big fan. Every day we listened to his iconic voice at lunch. One of our favorite segments was “The rest of the story”. It was the third day of a Scripture Songwriting workshop with the Puguli …