Adventures in cross-cultural parenting
We’ve enjoyed getting to know Ying and hope that she is happy in our noisy home. The experience has been a good one for us. She is here to learn English and get to know Canadian culture.
We’ve enjoyed getting to know Ying and hope that she is happy in our noisy home. The experience has been a good one for us. She is here to learn English and get to know Canadian culture.
Our society and particularly our workplaces continually neglect the wisdom of age, preferring youthful enthusiasm in what can only be called a cult of the young.
Sarcasm is my weapon of choice. I wield it like a god wields a hammer or a lightning bolt.
For so many years, I missed this annual wave of feathers and song. While I have always enjoyed watching common backyard birds (finches, cardinals, jays, juncos and chickadees), I assumed that beautiful, multi-colored birds were a unique preserve of more tropical regions.
“The cross!” I shouted. “There’s a cross in the sunset. Come and see.”
It was recently my turn to bring in snacks for the staff at my workplace. This is no small feat, as every Wednesday, just before 10:00 a.m., a small army of piranhas – er, I mean people – begin to hover around a 4’x3’ island in the staff room, eagerly awaiting to devour this week’s offering.
Love requires space. When we set rigid limits, we leave bits out and we fail to see what is happening in front of our eyes.
Both Alice and I have found that the longer we were on the road to reduction, the easier it seemed to be to let go of things that earlier seemed to cling to our bodies.
We commit incriminating acts (dental floss comes to mind), often without even realizing we’re doing so.
The cornerstone of Christian education is to see God in all things, with a goal to help students build on this foundation.
As part of our daily devotions my husband, Ed, and I use a small book called Prayers Ancient and Modern.
The God who so loved the cosmos, no doubt loves the micro-cosmos, too.
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