by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Jun 6, 2010 | Culture, Justice, Life, Live the Questions
During an interview this past week regarding my blog post, “Where’s a Police Officer to get a cup of Coffee?” I was asked whether I knew what the red and black stood for before going there for lunch Tuesday May 18 with my daughter. I had briefly...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Jun 6, 2010 | Community Service, Gratitude, Justice, Life, Writing
I have had 19,000 visits onto my website from 56 countries/territories of the world in the past week. From New Zealand and South Korea and Ireland and Mexico and South Africa and Sudan. Even a reader from Iraq. The traffic shut down my website for a while....
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Jun 3, 2010 | Community Service, Culture, Faith, Gratitude, Justice, Life, Live the Questions, Outreach, Refugees, Writing
When I blogged about the experience I had at a local café in Portland where my daughter and I were having a quiet conversation with a Portland Police officer before we were interrupted by the café owner, who asked the police officer to leave, I never dreamed that the...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | May 22, 2010 | Community Service, Culture, Gratitude, Justice, Life, Live the Questions, Refugees
My daughter and I were looking forward to a nice lunch at the Red and Black, a vegan cafe in southeast Portland, two days before she was to return to school in Germany. Having a vegetarian daughter makes for great eating adventures. I had heard about the southeast...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Apr 29, 2010 | Children, Faith, Family Life, Justice, Kids, Live the Questions, Moms, Parenting
So my 7 year old says to me last night, as he sees my on-going bumpy rash on my hands, “Mom, did the devil make your hands hurt?” I looked at him a bit confused and my husband said, “Cornelia, he’s asking you a question.” And he asked it again, then explained his...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Mar 23, 2010 | Children, Church, Family Life, Justice, Kids, Moms, Parenting, Refugees
I am not the state. I am not a foster care home. I am a mom. So many thoughts surround having a 15-year-old injured boy that is not my son live in our home for a while. Originally, we took him in to live with our family in order to keep him safe and to make sure he...
