A Broken Heart in Korea

We were on top of a mountain, out of breath and chilled to the bone, overlooking the city of Seoul. We faced every direction from the south of Seoul, to the north where there is corruption and people captive. We prayed: for the truth to penetrate the young generation, for a reconciled nation, and for…

Belly Butterflies in Spring

Every year when the warm air begins to hug me, I feel butterflies in my belly. With toes freed by sandals and strolls in the sunshine, my stomach flutters about like a kaleidoscope of monarchs. The feeling is like the flutters you get when you really, really like someone or when you brave an upside-down…

Where is Frances?

In just a few short months I will be graduating from college. It’s crazy, I know. Following my walk down to get my diploma, I will be leaving the the safety of Murray and spend the next 2 years living out of a suitcase. I am a nomad, jumping from state to state and country…

My Beautiful Broken Brain

In the back matter of my brain trees grow with roots like hands holding the wrinkly valleys I create.   A surge comes, electrifying branches, but serotonin seeds don’t spread. The tree takes them back as if new growth will choke.   I long to be the tree planted by still waters, with leaves that…

The Smallness Love Thrives On

Live a life someone would want to make a movie about. Not because of the bad you have done but because of the good you have become. Create a true story of triumph and adventure like the british Midwife on BBC. Jennifer Worth was a Midwife in London during the 1950s-60s. Her memoirs detailing days…

Sunshine and December Blues

And now it is December. When I was young and bright-eyed, someone told me the time would speed up as I got older. They were right.   Last year, December was a turning point. Everything held together until the 1st of the last month and then it unraveled, again. When the sun hides away for…

Fresh to the World

“Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.” Psalm 131:2   It’s hard to believe that one day two decades ago I was fresh to the world. In 1996 I breathed my first breath and before my head…

Pinching Pennies and Forgoing Finland

It’s been so long since I’ve posted. I didn’t want to be the infrequent blogger, but here I am The thing is, I have been wanting to post but when I begin to write, it feels like I am forcing it. Now I have something more genuine to say, something that has been ruminating in…

Steam Engine Strength

I just finished a book written by a man who loved railways. He memorized timetables and went to stations to admire the great engines brought by the industrial revolution. His home was Scotland and in the first chapter of his memoir he described a route from Waverly station in Edinburgh to Kings cross in London….

A Foot in Fantasy

“Truth, of course, must of necessity, be stranger than fiction, for we have made fiction to suit ourselves.” G.K. Chesterton Fairyland is great. Especially when there are adventures involving pirates and dragons and fairy dust. In the moment of a fairytale it feels like magic and pure euphoria, but we can’t live our lives in…

Mistaken Again

After 19 days of not posting, I’m still not sure what to write. Let’s start with all the mistakes.   I don’t think I have ever gone through a day without making a mistake. Sometimes I forget to go to important meetings and other times I just don’t understand whatever we do in economics. These…

A Definite, Infinite, Intimate Word

We refused to say goodbye,                                                                                                    …