Home

Warning: This post was written when the author had been awake thirty (yes, thirty) hours straight. She cannot be held responsible for anything herein. We are home! Glorious home…where our beds know our form, where our cat greets us with much purring and a little...

High Light Switch

There are many things that surprised me this time around. Position of the light switch: For one, returning to the US, I didn’t realize how high the light switches are. I keep fumbling around lower, fingers searching for the switch, only to enter the room and...

Weeds

The first time I flew home to Texas, I wept. We’d been in the midst of turmoil on the field from every possible angle. I walked into church and couldn’t stop crying. I’d speak, get three or four words out and burst into tears. The Lord was gracious...

one to zero

Allez les bleus! They’re honking and screaming and singing outside our villa . . . as we live very near the center of Le Rouret. What fun! What joy! It’s WORLD CUP, Baby!

Strange 4th

It’s weird to celebrate the Fourth of July in France. We celebrated alone this year, since our fellow teammates were either in America or the Alps. Patrick talked to the police here and asked if he could pretty-please set off the fireworks we had in the parking...