Misadventures of Global Commerce

On a recent shopping trip, Erika, Alex and I found ourselves out and about at lunch time. We stopped at a food court to get something to eat. After eating just her hot dog, Erika carefully separated the two sides of her hot dog bun. She then handed one side to Alex and an epic battle commenced, the hot dog buns standing in for swords. With a magnificent swish of his "blade" Alex broke Erika's weapon in half. Sadly, Erika picked up the pieces of her bun and remarked, "This hot dog bun must have been made in China, it broke way too easy!"

An Angel's Prayer

I write this with a heavy heart in response to the Sandy Hook shootings.

An Angel's Prayer



Dear Teddy, who's guarded my sleep all these years, please snuggle my Mommy and catch all her tears.

Dear Pillow, that still holds the scent of my hair, please comfort my Daddy and let him feel me near.

Dear Blanket, that has tucked me in cozy and tight, please warm their hearts on this darkest of nights.

Dear Snow, that falls on a grief stricken face, please help her feel kisses you give in my place.

Dear Daddy, who could always quiet my fears, please know that I'm fine and finished with tears.

Dear Mommy, who held my hands and my heart, please know that I'm here though we seem far apart.

Dear Savior, Who's welcomed me home with such love, Please give them the peace from our Father Above.