Wait, We Are Not Old Enough For a Stroke

The last thing we expected Ending up in the stroke unit at St Luke’s Hospital was the last thing on my mind as I pulled out of my driveway, heading South to deliver a wheelchair to a small Mexican town that I previously wrote about. Later that evening, after a phone call to my husband,…

Beyond the Border

If You Only Knew; I Believe You Would Have Compassion Tiny shriveled legs dangle lifelessly from a modified stroller that five-year-old Jose uses for mobility. His condition is unknown because it will cost five thousand pesos to undergo his first round of tests. His smile is intoxicating as he reaches out with a tremendous effort…

Aching for Treasures in Heaven

Finding Comfort in Heirlooms and Legacies They Left Behind A lovely, heirloom clock sits prominently on the mantle in my living room. It belonged to my husband’s grandmother. Every hour it announces itself with a music box version of a familiar, classical song. My attention is drawn away to thoughts of her when I hear…

Bloom Big

I am addicted to gathering information about vacations, Alaska, ocean front property, antique commercial buildings, sailboats, and so many other escapist activities. I have spread sheets, shopping lists, and cost comparisons. (Don’t ask me to be that organized with my actual life) I think of this fantasy world as wise planning. In case I suddenly…