Of Bono, Elephants and Compassion

I was surrounded by rock stars last week. Bono was there. And Tony Blair. Bill Hybels MC’d. In my opinion, only Archbishop Desmond Tutu was missing from the all-star line up of speakers, leaders and visionaries who visited with me and 7,000 of my closest friends at...

Pizza is my Homeboy

How do you know when you have been accepted into the inner sanctum of your family-in-law? For me, that litmus test was pizza. Or more precisely, pizza toppings. Thirteen years ago when I still thought a size 8 pair of jeans was chunky and crop tops were cool, I met...

Welcome home. Again.

There’s a moment right after passengers have been told to “put your seatbacks in the upright position, stow your tray tables and fasten your seatbelts” and before the landing gear comes down when my heart starts to race at the anticipation of being home again. First...
Wordless Wednesday

Homesick

It’s been 1 year and 4 months since I was last home. Home – for me – means South Africa. Specifically, Pretoria, South Africa. It’s located here: And no, it’s not a short trip up to Egypt. It’s far. It’s like traveling from...