The Significance of Thirteen

  Thirteen. Thirteen years old. The age I was when I realized my dad’s disease was going to be fatal. Thirteen years since my dad lost his battle to Pulmonary Fibrosis. Thirteen summers we’ve gathered on August 7th to celebrate his life. Thirteen years ago this...

When Strangers Become Friends

When Strangers Become Friends I came home on Father’s Day Sunday with a full heart. Having lost my dad 13 years ago this summer, I have a different approach to occasions like Father’s Day weekend. My heart was full this year because although I miss my dad, I also feel...

How are you… really?

How are you… really? If someone were to enter many of our cultures from the outside and try and understand how we greet each other, I think they would be very confused. For instance, we often greet each other in the form of a question: What’s up? How are ya? How are...

The Plot Thickens

The Plot Thickens My mom sometimes shares the tale of her and my dad traveling by car and U-Haul across the country to take a job in ministry. About half way through the trip, my mom pulled the car over to the side of the road causing my dad to do the same with the...