hope
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it IS well…
A year ago I crumpled to the ground before the the first line was sung–could barely mouth the words before the undulating sobbing ensued. Unashamed and unknowing of the crowd around me, I wailed before God–with worshipping so loud no… Continue reading
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A Year Later
June 17, 2017: It wasn’t a day like every other…I was a quarter of a world away from home at a quaint bed and breakfast, having brunch with my sisters and cousins wearing my swimsuit. We had a laid back… Continue reading
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Birthday Gifts
Last year’s birthday was a biggie; for ten months I’d planned a Spring Break birthday getaway in Cancun to celebrate. With my mother’s failing health, she had a difficult time remembering I would be gone for my birthday, which resulted in a surprised,… Continue reading
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Banking on it…
Being with this pumpkin nearly every day has been strumming at my heartstrings, bringing memories of my mom and aunt to a swell. A few weeks ago, we were working on a mock checking account and had finished up October’s deposits and withdrawals. I flipped… Continue reading
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How Are You?
You ask because you care… Sometimes I feel so puny and weary, I have difficulty accessing the word that perfectly describes how I feel and land on ‘fine’ or ‘okay’. Feelings are fickle; ‘fine’ and ‘okay’ are vague. After Sykping with my… Continue reading
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Hope in Istanbul
Umut was our guide in Istanbul…she loved her city…her heritage. In the Blue Mosque she grew quit–respectful, and took in the artistry and architecture as if it were her first visit. She knew vendors in the Grand Bazaar who ushered us through a… Continue reading
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A Large Work–Starting Small
The morning at the Children’s Home was HOT, and as it approached the heat of noon, it seemed like torture to ask them, “Do you want water? Yes or No — Look at the ‘yes’ hand if you want water.” … Continue reading
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How Are You Feeling? II
I’m feeling better than I did a year ago and it’s not because of Christmas break and snow days It was still a rough year with symptom bursts, medication reactions hope deferred perplexed doctors A year ago Dr. Endo reminded:… Continue reading
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la misérable
It was mid-October: I was exhausted, worn, weary, weepy.On Friday afternoon I had lamented to a friend ad nauseum about my inability to: keep my home clean, do daily tasks, stay awake,stop crying,make a list for the cleaning gal I was overextended, exhausted, unorganized but… Continue reading
