In my hunt to find purpose, I continue to wander circles -- I've never been great with directions. And my loops are retracing a path I paced nearly a decade ago. I was in my bedroom, pleading with God to show me what was next. The Voice was clear enough to stop me in my…

After three weeks away, nothing says, "Welcome Home!" like deer-eaten impatiens, cobwebbed stairwells, crispy tomato plants, and putrefying mouse flesh under the sink. My flower bed has been overtaken by quack grass, the pepper plants have lost their leaves, and the peas have climbed out of their bed, looking a bit haggard. It's good to…

I must be a terrible customer service representative. That's what the quality of service at these "Self-service kiosks" suggests. It's 3:30 am, and I'm wandering around the Copenhagen airport looking for a kiosk that will accept my passport to give me a boarding pass and luggage tag, because what human can function at 3:30 am?…