Carl Lance

I read the response from a dear friend’s daughter to the killing of a black man by a white Policeman with disappointment. She said she wished someone hadn’t led her to believe this (US) was such a great country. She said in many ways it is worse than the third world country she came from. […]

I remember dreading getting shots as a kid. There was something wrong about someone sticking a needle in me and telling me to be brave. Sometimes they would say it won’t hurt, but it always did. As I got older I wanted to act like a big boy in front of the nurse and that

I see more questions than answers on Facebook these days, perhaps because the world is falling apart and people are afraid. They ask why the government isn’t solving this problem or why is there no cure? People need to make a living, but don’t want to get sick. They want to know when they get

I watched as the virus began to spread, with more interest and concern than most, because I lived and worked in China and developed a love for the Chinese people and a distrust of their government. Many friends still have to live and work there to support their families. Even as I prayed for the

I am thankful that we are able to keep in touch with family and friends around the world. For years I stayed away from Facebook, but joined soon after my Mom and a friend passed away. Most of Susan’s family lives in the Philippines and their lives were passing us by and we wanted to