Don’t Forget to Show Love

In My Own Words Don’t Forget to Show Love I imagine by now that most of the world has seen the precious four-year old boy from Birmingham, Alabama, for whom taking sandwiches to homeless people in his home town is “the highlight of my life.” With his father by...

Jongibandla

We began our first bright, sunny day in South Africa at the Cape Town Harbor, a place full of movement and life. Once an old dry dock, it had been transformed into an intense arrangement of shops, restaurants, tiny boats, yachts big enough to have helicopters, and a...

An Old Man and His Fort

In My Own Words An Old Man and His Fort A few years ago, we were lucky enough to travel several times to the United Arab Emirates, where Bill had work that he loved in the medical system there. Our travel to the UAE taught us so much – mostly how much there is to...

One Window on the World

In My Own Words One Window on the World This is one of my windows on the world. You can just see the watery blue of the winter sky and the spare beauty of leafless branches of nearby trees. The play of light and shadow reminds me that the sun is shining after several...

Colored Water

In My Own Words Colored Water My father loved his parents. His father, Gus Oldham, was a strict disciplinarian, a mostly unsmiling man, who communicated his affection through small gestures. His mother, Angeline Oldham, was from the Cajun country of east Texas and she...