Friday, November 18, 2005. I grew up in a sunlit apartment. The radiator clanked and clicked. The landlord turned the heat off at night, so Momma would stuff blankets under the doors and chinks in the windows to keep the heat in. Before I was born, Momma painted my nursery walls with scenes from a swamp. A great friendly green frog looked at me in my crib. Plants grew haphazardly around the windows. Everything was green and yellow, kind and warm. There were walks in the park,.

Yes, anyone at any age can learn to speak, read and write Chinese. Love the new visual feature. You just point the camera at characters and you can look them up in the dictionary.

First Church of the Written Word. I love you so much, and will see you one day. God, it is our greatest rebellion towards you not to pray. So we offer up our hopes, our grief, our guilt, and our passions to you, in hopes that you would not look on us in rage, or sorrow. And we pray for the light of heaven, the light of your honor and might to shine forth upon us, both through our trials and in our joy.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010.