My Argentina

 My baby was born a month ago! So much has been happening since then that I failed to make the announcement here. Everything about this phas...

Coming soon! The long process of turning a blog into a publishable book is almost over. I began working with Tisha Martin Mills, editor and ...

1964 was a year of many changes. My family, the Hoyts, were in the USA, yet Argentina was in us. How did we adapt or adjust to the unknown? ...

Author's Note: I recently came across this piece written years ago by my late brother Lynn, and decided to include it here becuase he gi...

  We moved to a new town when I was seven. We grew accustomed to life in the two-story house on Calle 31 in Don Bosco, a town in the outskir...

  My last year in Argentina was difficult on many levels—school, relationships, church.  My friend Mirtha, far away, felt something in her s...

  Youth Camp Choir Summer months were usually full, but this year seemed to be exceptionally so. After sixty years, I had forgotten many of ...