I feel like the first line of Rebecca -- "Last night I dreamed I went to Manderly again." Except in my case, it's Oregon. Every night for the last few weeks, I've dreamed of moving back.

I miss mountains, rivers, and hikes. Most of all, I feel like I'm cheating myself out of a life and my boys out of their childhood. I know that sounds a bit ( Read more... )

Saturday, Steve went with Baker to pick up our year's supply of beef, along with beef for four other families.  We packed the MacDonald's meat into our freezer, along with our own, and they came by to pick it up Saturday night on their way back from a dinner date with the Falkowskis.  They arrived around 8:30, just after we put Isaac to bed.  Of ( Read more... )

The summer before I married Steve, I lived in Mexico doing literacy work with Wycliffe Bible Translators.  For the first 4 weeks of my stay, I lived on my own in the city of Oaxaca attending language school.  After that, I traveled to the village of San Juan de Atzingo in the mountains outside Tehuacan, Puebla to work with a team of translators.  ( Read more... )