A Recipe for Friendship

A Recipe for Friendship

“What do you think?” Regina asked as I began to chew the small white lump she offered from the plate of cookies she held in front of me. She leaned closer as I caught sight of her son, Patrick, shaking his head. My taste buds registered their complaint at the same...
Leave Him Alone; He’s Our Friend

Leave Him Alone; He’s Our Friend

Sweat trickled down my face and back as we sat on the thinly padded benches of the old bus. We were in Shanghai, China, traveling to meet a friend’s extended family. It must have been close to 100 degrees outside as well as inside that bus, even with all the windows...
Courage to Stay

Courage to Stay

In early November 2005 my mom began a journey that changed us both. She got into her little car and began to drive to Denver International Airport, 60 miles from her home, a route she had driven thousands of times during her 69 years. But this time she faced a...

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