“Back in the day, I didn’t realize I’d have to tell this story so many times,” he said. “You come home from work every day and have all the stories and mine doesn’t compare to those. It’s not like the ones you write on your blog.” “But it’s YOURS,” said I. “I need to know…

I hate cliches. But there’s one I actually like. (And only one). Life isn’t about the breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away. Like when I was standing on the dock at Port Moody, British Columbia. Waiting for the bride to show up at her hair appointment. Trying to get…

 “Mooooom, she’s not cleaning her side of the room!” I would yell, in a desperate attempt to get Joanna to actually stop drawing a picture and do the work that had been assigned. Usually, it didn’t work until Mom actually *came* down the hall, looked at the evidence of Hurricane Joanna, and stayed with us…

I put down my camera for a minute and leaned  over to ask my Dad the pressing question: “When you bought Joanna her harp 7 years ago, did you have any idea the opportunities it would bring her and the many things she would do with it?” At that, the next scene began in Community…

(Rainbow at Murchison Falls) (Sunrise over Lake Victoria) (Sunrise on the Nile) Three weeks ago, I was seeing these beautiful sights. I was on the equator. I was getting a tan. I was hanging out with some of my favorite people. I was laughing at the Africa-isms. I was bouncing along dirt roads. I was…