Life in the Herd

My oldest daughter wanted, so very badly to read The Hunger Games. I had heard a lot of stuff about it, mostly not good stuff.

As my husband and I walked into the tiny church yard in the capital city of Ethiopia, a little old man dressed in a tattered jacket and worn pants walked up to us.

I have two preteens in the house. Shall we say there is a lot of “emotions” running around here.

This past December my family and I spent a month in Mexico. I was really hoping that, in some way, it would be life changing for all of us.

We are sitting at the table one fine evening, each person recounting their day to the others.

We were in Mexico, had been there for 2 weeks. Two weeks without Taylor, he was coming to meet us in a day or two. When the realization of this hit the rest of the kids, they suggested we have a family meeting.

My sister is driving her van. Her son is in the back seat and they are on their way to his friend’s house.

Javier is a professional surfer. He owns a surf and board shop in Mazatlan beside McDonald’s.

I know it’s been a long time since the last time we talked, or rather I wrote and you read but I’d just like to say I’m sorry.