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I've never met Andrew Bennett, but I liked his approach to life on the World Race, so I followed his blog and have continued to do so after he came ho...
I know literally hundreds of available twenty-somethings, most of whom at some point have thought to themselves and sometime voiced out loud to me, "I...
My life moves too fast and is often too serious. I go to these places where tragedy is rampant. It's AIDS and orphans in Swaziland, earthquake victims...
We attach to people, places, and things, and they attach to us. But sometimes that natural attaching mechanism backfires and we become so enmeshed ...
I can be a pack rat. I hate to throw things away. The one thing I've got going for me is that I hate shopping. Still, stuff accumulates around me. ...
We're in Cambodia, a beautiful land that has endured more pain than virtually any other country in the last 30 years. Talk about brokenness. Cambodian...
Karen and I are off to Cambodia this morning. It's an hour to the airport, 14 hours to Seoul, Korea, a two hour layover, and 6 hours to Siem Reap, Cam...
For a while now I've been realizing that there's too little poetry in my life. Too many details, not enough poetry. Poetry is what strums the chor...
Well, here's the letter I've debated about posting (see yesterday's post). My rule is, if I'm wondering if I should post something, go ahead and do ...
When someone who has hurt you says, "I'm sorry. I was wrong and I apologize. Will you forgive me?" How does it sound in your ears? Bob from Alaska ...
