Oh, Wilma

When we first met her, Wilma was a spunky 3 year-old fully representative of the Papua New Guinean ideal of a toddler. She sassed everything, whether animate or inanimate. She took what she wanted and did what she wanted. She never accepted “no” as the final answer. If “no” became the final answer, she ignored […]

What defines a home

Before we arrived home for our first furlough earlier this year, I knew the Achilles’ heel I would face in the US. I started praying about it well before landing in San Francisco, but it’s hard. I’m a nester and I strongly desire a house in which I can nest. The arrival of our bundle […]