Fingerprints of Herod

By the time you read this on Sunday morning, I (and our group) will be somewhere over the polar ice cap, I hope. It has been a wonderful two weeks, but there is no place like home. Friday, we walked up onto and into the palace Herod the Great built outside Bethlehem...

Trip #13 to Israel

On my thirteenth trip to Israel, you’d think I would get my act together.  Think again. I’ve only remembered to put on my sunscreen once. I have yet to remember to bring my walking stick with me out of the bus. I remembered my knee support once (today). Of course, I...

Hooked on Israel

In 1992 I was invited to go to Israel with my father-in-law. He had been many times and I reluctantly joined him. We only had two children at that time, but Christie let me go (her dad had asked). During that trip I developed a love for The Land. In Jerusalem, our...

Remembering Gloria Umbarger

Tuesday afternoon was beautiful – off Western Avenue at least. At home is was ugly with a capital U. But I wasn’t home. I was standing in the sun, warm as toast. From my vantage point, I could see the final resting places of many dear friends of Peninsula. I have been...

Our Baby Turns 30

Today is a big day in our family. This very day. Our baby turns 30. Of course, he’s not so thrilled, but how does he think that makes ME feel? The answer is: Really old. That day 30 years ago was most interesting. Christie tends to have babies rather quickly (after...