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Allen’s Day of Rest

On Saturday, very late, Allen returned from a long stay in the states. He was supposed to fly out from Virginia on an early flight Saturday morning, but the flight was two hours behind schedule, which meant that he would miss his connecting flight to Honduras. He...
I’m so proud of myself – I bought a painting!

I’m so proud of myself – I bought a painting!

A couple of weeks ago, I saw a man walking down the street, carrying two large paintings, which he had for sale. Of course, he zoned in on me in a second (read: gringa = money). Although I was in a hurry to get to the bank (Rachel was holding a place in line for me,...

A Touching Mother-Daughter Moment

My 11 year old daughter, Bethany, came to me yesterday, and sweetly said, “When I’m grown up, will you help me raise my children?” I told her that by the time she is grown, she will probably feel ready to raise her children on her own, and she might...
“¡No, no es Congolón!”

“¡No, no es Congolón!”

Answering the phone is not a favorite activity for our family (with the exception of one teenage female who is always hoping for a call from a certain someone). It is much harder for us to communicate over the telephone, than face to face. Apparently a lot of our...