Your Authentic Life: Home Again

Your Authentic Life: Home Again

          I’m back in Paraguay, the land of my childhood. I first came here as a baby many years ago, when my parents founded a leprosy station that I called home. Alone, I make my way along a dirt road toward our house, a red and…

Your Authentic Life: The Violence of Those We Love

Your Authentic Life: The Violence of Those We Love

I’m driving along I-5, heading north toward Portland. My two adorable grandsons, 7 and 10, are fighting over something in the backseat of the car. “Please keep your hands to yourselves,” I tell them. The next thing I know water bottles are flying around my head. I see blood in…

Your Authentic Life: The Best Part of Life

Your Authentic Life: The Best Part of Life

            In the early decades of my life, I believed older people must envy my youth. My smooth skin. My strong muscles. My abundant energy. My dreams. Call it the hubris of young ignorance, but I was sure the best part of life had to…

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