How to give comfort without using words

How to give comfort without using words

There was a time when we felt that the only word we heard from God was, “no.” It was painful. We learned all the lessons they teach you in Sunday School about being refined by fire. But in real time. There was nothing romantic about it. Not even the...
At home on the road

At home on the road

And sometimes there’s nothing particularly profound to write. There’s just my cold feet against his warm ones under the covers. There’s just a series of nightly visits by boys who’ve dreamed of sharks or monsters or are just plain cold and...
Waiting

Waiting

The new year is coming. And the old will softly slip away to sleep. I have a bed time habit I’ve inherited from my dad. Every night, before I turn out the last light, I walk over to the window. In the summer they’re usually wide open anyway. But in the...
Why we never need to feel lost in translation

Why we never need to feel lost in translation

I couldn’t speak a work of Russian when we arrived in Ukraine. Nor any Ukrainian either, come to think of it. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to read street signs, subway maps or store fronts. I felt like I was two years old all over again....