Only For a Moment

The loss of those we love leaves an indescribable pain that you soon learn will never go away. It might lessen, and even hide away for a while, but it is always there. How bad it aches simply depends on the day. Mom and Dad have been gone for exactly six months today. It is…

Vacationing WITH Children: A Must

Vacationing with three children between the ages of two and five is intense. There must be a balance between adult and child activities as I don’t believe in making life, including vacation time, one hundred percent all about the children. Our children love doing everyday activities with us. They enjoy walking places, and can walk…

Like A Camel To A River

I’ve moved so many times in my life that the process of saying goodbye has somehow become quite simple. Yet that does not mean I won’t miss those I’m leaving behind. It also does not mean that I am a closed, cold-hearted and disconnected person (believe it or not, ignorant people have referred to me…

21 BOXES

Anyone questioning our intention of living on a tiny island in the Pacific and thinking we won’t be gone for long obviously has not seen how many boxes we shipped: seventeen big boxes and four small ones. Everything we will need to set up home is in those boxes. I remember when we moved to…

Moving Across Oceans

Packing up your life and moving across the oceans is not, and never will be, an easy task. This is the fifth time I am moving across oceans and I cannot say it is my last; who knows where our final destination will be? Only God knows and He is quite good at shaking up…

Madalyn and Her Nonna

“Momma, can you give me the picture of me and Nonna and Nonno? I can’t see Nonna.” I take the picture frame off the shelf and hand it to Madalyn. “Ah, now I see Nonna.” She is sitting at the table eating her snack, gazing at the picture taken of her and my parents a…

Mom’s Day

Today is her day. And if you ever forgot it you would find her feeling sad. Mom loved celebrating her birthday. It didn’t matter if we went out to eat or stayed in, what mattered was that there was a cake and that there were gifts. Dad always got her jewelry, nothing extremely expensive, but…

My Parents’ Home

The process of systematically digging through ashes and rubble to find any remaining childhood memories is not for the faint of heart. The smell alone is enough to make you want to quit. And yet you push through because you hope to find something that you can hold on to. It might seem silly or…

A Day in the Snow

Seriously, no matter where we go we seem to find adventure. Or maybe adventure finds us. Either way, today was most definitely an adventure. We left our mountain house to head further up the mountain to find snow and a good sledding area. We were told that it would be a thirty minute drive. But…

Sapped

Tired. Such a simple word, yet the only one that I can use to accurately describe how I am truly doing. I have been craving solitude, but with all of my obligations as mother, wife and church administrator that is difficult to do. Deep sorrow and grief can never be understood by someone who has…

Back to the Islands

  Life is a journey that has an unknown final destination. We make plans, but God often inserts twists and turns that can either make us dizzy or cause us to take bold steps. My life drove straight into a cement wall on December 18th, and I had a choice to make. Would I dwell on…

Just Let Me Cry

Reading through my blog post titled “Ringing Ears” I can’t help but think about how while I was writing that post my parents were dying. I remember that after writing the blog I wanted to call mom to tell her about it, but when I looked at the time it was 11:30 P.M. (firemen were…