Part 6 It was a Monday. It was a week ago that hospice called to say that Mom had passed. When the family gathered in her hospice room, I couldn’t help but feel that the role Mom played as the keeper of the family had been handed to me. Before she had passed, she had […]
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It was a Monday. Allison’s caterpillars were very large and fat now. We’ve had them for about a week and they have grown so much. We noticed that instead of just wandering around the bottom of the cup where the food is, they are starting to make their way to the top of the cup.
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It was a Monday. I was getting ready for work, when six-year-old Allison, after overhearing a conversation the night before, asked me a question. “Grandma, why is Grandma Bobbi scared?” (Those darn kiddos, they hear everything, even when you think they aren’t paying attention.) “She was scared, baby, because she couldn’t breathe. And when you
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Hurricane Katrina was the deadliest and most destructive Atlantic hurricane of the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season. It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest hurricanes in the history of the United States. In February 2007, 18 months later, HIMSS, the Healthcare and Information Management Systems Organization held a conference
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He suggested I dance. After meeting with my new spiritual director, he said I mentioned the word “struggle” thirteen times in my conversation with him. So instead of struggling to follow the Lord’s will for me, he suggested that I dance. I have to admit, the vision was lovely. I pictured graceful dancers, beautifully attired,
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I had a doozie of a secret I was keeping from my husband. I am not sure really how it started; an oversight perhaps, a simple mistake, maybe I genuinely needed help (gasp). But once this simple little error was born, I conceived in my mind that it was something I could “fix” later. No
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One Sunday morning after Mass, I was having a conversation with the priest, and somehow the subject turned to community. “You do not have community here,” he stated. I asked him why he felt that way and he replied, “People are here for Mass and they put on their “Mass” face. After Mass, they leave
He was just eight years old the first time he was incarcerated. A baby really, a sweet innocent boy whose worst crime was being born to parents who couldn’t figure out their own lives. A typical youngest child, he was the family clown. Always sporting a bright smile, always wanting to please, he was adored by
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In 2008 I was so blessed to be able to go to the Holy Land. I wrote the following during Christmas that year, as a letter to Father Lopez. I now share it with you. It was Christmas Day, and we planned to attend the 10:30 Mass. At 9:45 we were in our bedroom
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It was a Monday morning like every other, and I was very focused on getting everything “ready” for the busy week ahead. Get Alli’s breakfast ready, get ready for work, prep food for dinner, make sure the house is picked up before I leave. “Alli, are you ready to go?” I called. “Grandma.” “Yes, Alli,”
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