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,...
FEASTING AT KIBIGILAGI
A pig feast among the Moni or Wolani tribes was exciting. The gathering of clans, renewing of friendships, making of political...
The Valley of Baca
The last nine months have been painful. Like being blindsided by a flying object that knocks you out, then at odd times hits you again and a
Moon Landing
Fifty years ago this summer in 1969 I was on a full dress Harley under the hot sun of South Dakota, headed for Alaska. Our destination...
THIRTY-THREE YEARS LATER…
We sat on the 11th floor balcony of the Flamingo Hotel in Penang, and marveled. Thirty-three years ago in 1986 our family had moved to...
The Christmas Tree
My first christmas after the divorce The wind moaned through the tall fir trees that framed my white cottage in northern Minnesota. I carrie
The Christmas Tree, Part 2
Christmas greenery festooned the nurses’ station at the 35 bed Fosston Hospital, and a small Christmas tree lit the corner. I was charge...
The Christmas Tree, Part 1
The wind moaned through the tall fir trees that framed my white cottage in northern Minnesota. I carried Nick and the groceries through...
TRIBES OF THE EARTH
A hot Sunday morning…I was around 15, sitting on the grassy meadow surrounded by Dani tribesmen, my people. We were worshiping—melodic...
PRISMS OF MEMORY
Life is a mosaic of remembered events fitted in the vaults of memory like magnificent stained glass. In quiet times we open the vault and ga
