On a stormy early October evening in 1962, as thunder and lightning tore across the skies over downtown Asunción, Paraguay, we fought our way onto one of the crowded buses on the Avenida Mariscal López. Our church choir was headed to the soccer stadium, where the Billy Graham…
Each of my four grown children expresses love for me in very different ways. One hugs me hard without many words. Another asks at every opportunity about a health concern I’ve had. A third shares only very limited aspects of his life, while professing his love for me. And the…
“Bad Nani.” Ely, my 3-year-old grandson, flung his pudgy little fingers across the back of my leg. Before I could grab his hand, he ran across the room and threw himself into his mother’s arms. Ely had spit his food onto the floor and thrown his plate across the room….
My Father and I Sitting Next to One Another Left Front “Anna, you know that I’m writing my memoir. Can you help me fill in some missing pieces? I remember Dad beating me until I was bloody. But do you remember what I did to…?” My…
I’m walking along Avenue Kléber in Paris with Louis, my 11-year-old grandson. We turn left onto Rue Boissière on our way to Place Victor Hugo. As Louis jumps over each of the metal posts along the sidewalk, I gaze around me at the city of my dreams. Remembering the time…
This week’s blog posts have explored the four faces of our heart, according to Buddhist teachings (click here), and the direct or “far” enemies of those faces, which prevent us from living in state of unselfish love (click here). I suggested that far enemies are relatively easy to identify because…