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Reflecting Your Light

Reflecting Your Light

As I write this, our beautiful one-year-old daughter Ireland, is running around my office waving her hands wildly.  She’s full of joy; she’s pure light. Yesterday she knocked a plant off my windowsill and learned what soil feels like, smearing it in circles on my...

“Lamaro” Means Loving

Landing at a barren grass airstrip in Northern Uganda, I’m caught off guard at the sight of a jeep full of soldiers armed with AK-47s slowly driving away. Apparently, Africans take runway clearance seriously— meandering gazelles would not have had a chance! It’s the...