Rhoda is one of those people with all kinds of hidden talents that she thinks she doesn’t have. She talks about not being crafty, and proceeds to out-Pinterest the best of us. She says cooking is not her favorite, but if you’re at her house, she’ll almost certainly offer you some delicious tidbit she has on hand. She is intentional about creating a solid childhood for her three kiddos, providing them with lots of books and chickens, and time to…
Mimi was brave to enter our big and loud family, coming from her own small family of a very different culture. She has put up with us and our quirks exceedingly well, so well that our family would now feel quite incomplete without her. We love how her kitchen skills have expanded our culinary tastes. Ten-year-old me never dreamed I’d have such a fondness for steamed greens and fried tofu someday. Dinner visits to her house are a treat, and…
I think it’s a common thing for little girls to adore their biggest brothers, but in my case, I had good reason to, and still do. Roman is one of the kindest people I know. He doesn’t speak ill of people, and will go out of his way to help someone that needs it. He’s hospitable, gentle, cultured, manages to carry a teenage schedule despite leaving the teenage years far behind, and have I mentioned he’s awfully smart?…
I loved hearing my Dad’s stories when I was little, because he could make an everyday matter into a thrilling adventure with his choice descriptions. And now, I love seeing my nieces and nephews listen with the same rapt attention as he regales them with tales of the escapees from the asylum they lived by, and how his finger was cut off, and Mickey and the rat. Instead of staying in our small Mennonite world, my Dad moved our family…
My mother is one of those rare creatures that has never cared to fit into the mold around her, and she’s impacted a lot of people because of it. There are many good things I could say about her, but one of the things I admire most is her love of learning. Coming from a decidedly unmusical culture, she taught herself to read music, and has passed on the love of music of to all her children. She loves books…
We moved to Erandique in 2005 knowing approximately one person in the whole town, and with just a little pile of belongings. With not much to do and no social life to speak of for the first while, it was inevitable that my family and I would quickly become either enemies, or inseparable. Fortunately, since my siblings are of the high-quality variety, it was the latter which happened. In Honduras, instead of Valentine’s Day, we have Dia de Amor y Amistad,…