Where Love leaves a mark…
As we wander on the edge of a new year, I wonder
in this year of uncertainties, unknowns, unlikelies….where does Love leave His mark?
It's the inside that counts.....a visit to Magnolia House
It was dark when we arrived at the Magnolia House that evening, but lights from inside glowed radiating out welcoming us to the iconic front gates.
Dreamer....one man's legacy...one family's purpose...
Today my father would have been 98 years old.At his bedside in 1998, twenty years ago, he quietly revealed to my older sister his story of approaching the Golden Gate Bridge on the deck of a ship, she barely old enough to stand at his side as they passed under the monument that signified his entry into America.“We will have a good life here,” he whispered into her ear.
Keep Believing
I remember the point when I switched from hopeful to "that's it."
The clock was ticking away when my hometown Seattle Seahawks finally got a breakthrough touchdown after being scoreless the entire first half. Hope would rise then fall with each possession, crushed after an interception with five minutes left.
double exposure
This has been a season of extremes, ones recorded in front and behind the lens of a camera. These extremes were precipitated by two questions, by two calls I had always wanted to answer but never had the courage to follow through.
A contest.
A writing workshop.
I gathered up the courage to formulate two answers. I prepared two responses that would change my life.