For You: The Bridge (Copperopolis), Grant Lee Buffalo

Crossing the bridge where many lean to see over the rail; to glance the trembling stream. Others stare to the center fearful it may sway. And those who would choose to turn back the other way. But you and me have our own bridge to cross. Let's not make any excuses. I came upon someone's used and yellow paperback. A collection of someone's dreams and their meanings conveyed...seems to dream of a bridge denotes a thousand different things if the planks are secure or the rope is broke or frayed, but you and me have our own bridge to cross....weather-worn, sea-tossed. We've our own bridge to cross. Let's not make any excuses.

Welcome to the Hotel San Diego

Jeremiah, Mike, Joe, and Laura were lifesavers! I came home feeling whole...half a person flying out from Newark, NJ. Jeremiah took me to Horizons School of Evangelism--lots of missionaries work out of this bible-centered school. It was refreshing and inspiring that so many young people have found God and live to serve and share.

Saw Maria's play--dude, she had to take her shirt off and all I could picture were her little old-school Italian parents in the audience!? Maria's performance was flawless...and again, inspiring. Good to be back home with my husband and baby...Newark is the armpit of civilization, but I tell you--there's no place I'd rather fly back to on the end of a long journey...home!