Presbyterian News, Bermudaonion, Gratitude

A few weeks ago, Bethany Furkin of Presbyterian News interviewed me for a story about The Heart is Not a Size and the trip many of us had taken to Juarez.  I was aware of myself talking too much and too fast, and I thought, after I hung up, about how hard a job listening can sometimes be.  I am deeply moved, then, to read Bethany's story, which focuses as well on the great work that Amy Robinson of Pasos de Fe continues to do down on the Juarez border.

I am also deeply grateful this morning to Bermudaonion.  That's all I'll say.

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Heart in the El Paso Times

My many thanks today go out to Ramon Renteria of the El Paso Times, who wrote this lovely piece about my journey to Juarez and The Heart is Not a Size. My thanks, too, to Amy Robinson, of Pasos de Fe, the organization that prepared a temporary home for us across the border in the summer of 2005.

Mr. Renteria makes reference, in his piece, to this essay, originally published in the always-impeccable Pennsylvania Gazette, edited by my friend John Prendergast.

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As the sun rises on this day...

... I am grateful to Amy Robinson, for an email exchange she had with Ramon Renteria of El Paso Times, and I am grateful to Ramon himself, for last evening's conversation. I am grateful to Janet and her work with children with special needs in Anapra. I am grateful to Anna, for the crystal amethyst, the Amazonia, and words of calm; to my brother and his beautiful family, for the begonias I will on this day plant; to Mario, for something very special from Paris; to my sister and her kids (my nieces and nephew!) for their crazy card; to Sherry, for her amazingly loving email; to my dad, with whom I spent time yesterday; to my beloved Aunt Carol and Bill's dear Aunt Adela; to Soup for the 100th birthday card (seriously); to Amy Rennert, for always remembering; to Reiko, for so much; to Kate, for her note; to Ivy for being Ivy, to Jean, who yesterday led me around the dance floor even though I can still barely breathe; to Amy Riley for everything she does; to Magdalena Piekarz, who will spend this morning with me at Chanticleer garden; to my son for his midnight text message; and to my husband, who has promised to learn to cook and to share what he has learned with me, in a once-each week extravaganza.

I am grateful for sun—its rising and its setting.

I am grateful for all of you.

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