Minister Jan Milburn tells a story from the early years of his work with the street people of the 1960s:
I was shocked. At 17 I received my degree from the Divinity Sc...read full story
My name is Joaquin, I’m 16 years old, and the year is 2007. My mother, Mireya, is a Mexican Indian from the town of Creel up high in the mountains of the state of C...read full story
It’s hard not to love Halloween. It’s the time when you can play pranks on your friends, keep your house dusty with cobwebs, eat candy without guilt, dress up...read full story
It was an early morning in the 1990s when my two boys and I were coming into the outskirts of Sedona, Arizona, on our way to Colorado; and we saw signs telling us to buy ...read full story
Minister Jan Milburn tells the story of meeting his totem animal in the woods of Los Gatos, California:I was 11 years old, and it was almost dark and was snowing by the t...read full story
My cousin Jose was already up and it wasn’t even daybreak.
“So what are you doing up?” he asked me.
“I’m going to write,” I said.
“Hav...read full story
The lobby of the Gramercy was small. Nothing like the big hotels my parents had taken us kids to when they had money. I gave my name at the desk and was told my room was ...read full story
On my flight to New York, I began to panic once again. What if my editor figured out that I was coming to the Big Apple to fight with her and refused to see me? I couldn’...read full story
My mother decided that we should plant fast-growing pine trees and palms all around the house so we wouldn’t have to see the mobile-home park below us every time we...read full story
When we finished working in the melon fields in the Imperial Valley, opposite the Mexican border city of Mexicali, my cousin Jose drove me home, and I gave my parents all...read full story