With the high cost of cancer treatment, it is important that all of our family pitch in and help!
Today is my granddaughter’s second birthday.
Today is special because it is her birthday.
Today is very special because her mother is alive to celebrate with her. Continue reading “Gratitude”
I am trying to do at least one good deed per day.
No, I am not working toward a Girl Scout badge.
It’s just that in my world and in the world at large, I find that giving and helping others satisfies my soul.
It satisfies my soul while grounding me during the emotional upheaval of my young daugher-in-law’s cancer struggle. Stage 4.
I believe that I am making a difference. Continue reading “Helping myself and others…”
Not in another place but this place.
Not for another hour but this hour.
~Walt Whitman, American Poet, 1819-1892 Continue reading “Carpe Diem”
I feel so helpless. I can’t do anything about my daughter-in-law’s cancer other than pray and be there for her, my son and their toddler. Continue reading “My heart is heavy”
My preconceived notion about Apaches is limited to American history classes and popular media where they were often referred to as savage warriors. This reputation spread to Europe with the result that in France, the word “apache” refers to an outlaw.
Finding an Apache blessing posted on a friend’s refrigerator offered a balance to my view of them as only a vicious people. Of course, if I were defending my family and my way of life, I would be warlike also! Continue reading “Apache Blessing”
Spending a week in paradise.
Cabo San Lucas and San Jose del Cabo. Continue reading “Restoring my soul”
With apologies to Charles Dickens.
In many ways, 2017 was the best of times for me.
Then in the last eight months, it was the worst of times bringing terrible grief.
Now on the last day of 2017, I am looking forward with guarded optimism to 2018.
Today is my birthday which puts me in a philosophical frame of mind.
I found myself thinking about the tumultuous year that flew by.
So many good things! Life was a joy. My sons and their families were doing great. Continue reading “Musings on my birthday”
I am exhausted.
What started as a lovely Sunday turned into a harrowing experience.