FALTERING HOPE
Light gleams in yellow squares onto patchy snow from the parsonage windows. It is late March, and the wind sighs though tall pines...
FRACTURED
Morning dawns pale, misty. Feeling ragged, I pull on clothes, tie a blue bandana over my blond hair, dress and feed Nick. Call Leota....
PILGRIMAGE OF A THIRD CULTURE KID
A Journey in Finding Life Calling Marti Anderson grew up as a missionary kid among the Dani tribe of Papua New Guinea (now Papua,...
