From Dallas to Bethlehem — What a Difference a Town Makes
I was born in Dallas, Texas—a city that does nothing small. Big highways. Tall buildings. Big hair (at least back then). I entered the world in Parkland Memorial Hospital, a clean, sterile, well-equipped place with machines that beeped and doctors who knew exactly what they were doing. My mother was just a few miles from…
Waiting, Anticipating and Preparing
Today is the birthday eve celebration of my baby girl. I always make a big deal about “eves”. “Happy Birthday Eve” I’ll text or say to my children. “Happy Thanksgiving Eve and Happy Christmas Eve” I’ll declare too! The day before and anticipating the “day of”. I well remember the day before my girl was…