What I’ve wanted to do since I was a young girl, what others have expected of me since I graduated from high school, what my family and friends have encouraged … Continue Reading It’s Happening
Today, one of my friends is celebrating a birthday. This young man (young enough to be my son, and yes that makes me feel old) lives with cerebral palsy and … Continue Reading Celebrating the Gift of You
Going over the the publisher’s final edits of my book, I found I had no time to write this week. So I’m letting Ben Johnson do the reflecting for me … Continue Reading Small Proportions
I am the girl in the wheelchair who was valedictorian of her high school class — I am smart. I say this with no bragging, because everyone is smart in … Continue Reading Learning Is Life
I hope you have a sense of humor. If you don’t, then you won’t fully appreciate the story that I’m sharing here, and, sadly, you won’t fully appreciate your own … Continue Reading A Three-Legged Dog
My mother tells me that I was conceived on the Fourth of July. She says that she remembers well the hot summer night on their back porch in the city, … Continue Reading What Does It Mean to Be Independent?
In the midst of our divisive, too often violent world, I have often found myself resting back on this poem: (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of … Continue Reading Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
Continuing my six-week online course on ecclesiology, the study of the Church, my post this week is my assignment for unit two on worship. Before I get to that, I … Continue Reading True Life
I’m currently taking an online course on ecclesiology, the study of the Church. Each week of the course, I will be posting one of my assignments here. This first unit … Continue Reading A Love Story
We can never reach the end of exploration in this life—not of earth, the universe, each other, or ourselves. There is always something new to learn, some previously unknown fact … Continue Reading The Discovery of My Ancestors
And for Grownups to Learn too.
Today, a road construction crew member smiled at my father and I as we drove past her. This really struck me, and I didn’t know why until I started thinking … Continue Reading The Smiling Construction Worker
It happened on a chilly September day, a simple moment that’s never left me. I was a young adult with my parents, following my eldest French-Canadian cousin in a tour … Continue Reading What Would You Do? The Beggar
There are over 7 billion people living on earth right now, which fact may lead you to wonder if you – little, tiny you – really matter in the grand … Continue Reading He Knows Not How
As my father was brushing my teeth one night, I started thinking about what this very act does to him… or for him. When my motorneuron disease weakened me to … Continue Reading As He’s Brushing My Teeth
I’ve been toying with what to write on my “official website” (sorry, that still sounds pretentious) concerning my bio page. The homepage is an “About” written in the third person … Continue Reading Autobiographical Page