Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
As always, last night was beautiful. Families and friends filled the Parkway. The normally dark Bogota evening blazed with the light of a thousand candles. Across the city, and in small towns around the country, we all paused for a moment. Year after year, it’s our sacred duty to light Mary’s way to the stable where she
Español Imagine that you are an 18 year old young man. Imagine that for your whole life you have grown up in a country that promotes violence. There are knights waving flags in your Sunday school classroom. Billboards proclaim the glory of becoming a national hero. You know that when you reach the age of
I’m happy to introduce my first ever guest blogger, my mother Lucy, who shares some reflections on her recent visit to Colombia. Together with our daughter Bonnie and her husband Jonathan, Jack and I had the privilege of spending three weeks in Colombia visiting Anna. We spent some time doing “touristy” things but mostly traveled
