Hugs are good for you. If you have any doubt that this bit of deep wisdom is true, the bloggers of the world are here to remind you, offering a host of numbered lists that bloggers are addicted to writing. 7 Reasons why we should be giving...

  Who ever said, “Getting there is half the fun,” clearly never visited the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission.   For those who didn’t hear, I’ve decided to end my year the way it began, back at the orphanage in India. I nearly got my kids to come with...

  A few months ago, I wrote a post about a song. It was a perk for the School Desks for Orphans campaign we ran on Indiegogo back in the spring. We were hoping to raise a total of $4000 at the time and decided to add...

I’ve been home from India for more than a month now. My daughter is back at college. My son is taking the semester off, driving across the country with his girlfriend to run in a Spartan race up in Banff, Alberta. Sounds totally amazing to me. With...

After six months, I’m back in the USA. I’ve done this reentry thing before. Once, in 2000, after a year in a Portuguese fishing village when my kids were seven and five. Once in 2010 after six months of volunteering around the world as a family. It’s...

India is full of orphanages. A quick search online at a website called www.indianorphanages.net currently lists 917 private orphanages. But these are only the ones that have websites and does not include the vast number of people running illegal operations, unregistered with the Indian Government. Technically, you...

The day I left the Mission, it rained hard, a steady monsoon down pour that turned the playground into a small lake. By four in the afternoon, while watching one last movie with the Small Boy and Girls, a nearby river breached its banks. After the...

I leave the orphanage this afternoon. Five months to the day after arriving here, I’ll be heading to Delhi, flying to Southern India, and embarking on a ten-day orphanage tour with Clifton in Bangalore and Orissa. It should be an amazing experience and another eye-opening adventure,...

I’ve always loved going in the recording studio. Working with professional musicians, seeing a song come together, collaborating on melodies and harmonies and arrangement options...

Growing up, I remember seeing a black and white picture of a Latin American boy on our refrigerator. In my memory, the boy is six or seven years old and his face is expressionless. He doesn’t smile or make me sad when I open the fridge...