My author friend, Melinda Lancaster, has a daughter with Rett Syndrome. Up until now there were no trials to enhance communication done on older children and adults. There is going to be one done this fall in Texas. Melinda has been doing garage sales to help raise money for their plane tickets to get Katelin . . . → Read More: Trail To A Texas Trial
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Tonight a writer brought a story to our Cape Cod Children’s Writers critique group about a weasel trying to save two baby seagulls before the tide rolled in. The seagulls refused to cooperate, no matter what the weasel did because they thought he was trying to eat them. The weasel said to himself that he . . . → Read More: Weasels & Seagulls This is the first weekend in almost a month my husband and I have been alone. We had some great things planned. Last night we went to the Cape Cod Art Bar. We took a bottle of red and two glasses and painted the Bourne Bridge amid lots of fun and laughter. We were pretty . . . → Read More: Vacation Weekend Tonight as I sit and peruse the photos of my brother’s wife, I cannot see the justice of this tragedy. At 15 she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and only now, some 40 years later, can I see why my brother fell in love with her. Back when that happened, I . . . → Read More: Just Not Just Today my brother is celebrating his 36th wedding anniversary. His beloved wife is being cremated today. It doesn’t seem fair. It’s bad enough to lose your spouse three days before your anniversary, but having her cremated on that day seems a bit much for God to give anyone to bear. Yet bear it, he . . . → Read More: It SEEMS Wrong When loss or tragedy smashes into our world, we have two choices – we can either grow old, or grow new. Growing old gives into the tragedy. It lets loss of another steal whatever life we have left. It invites serious depression, often requiring help to overcome it. It makes you way old way, way . . . → Read More: Grow New On these vacations mornings I’m always the first and only one awake at 7 am. I leave my husband sleeping, daughter and friend buried upstairs, oblivious to noise, due to the air conditioner, and my niece and her friend sprawled across the pull-out bed in the kitchen/living room. I make my breakfast and settle into . . . → Read More: Without Change or Shadow Today I feel God is silent. I’ve been talking to Him for two days, but I feel He’s busy somewhere else. I was right. Today we just got the news that we’re losing a family member in the next 48 hours. I think God is busy there. There is a husband who needs God’s . . . → Read More: Silent This morning someone was on Rachel Ray giving relationship advice. I don’t know who because I was vacuuming and emptying the garbage while he was talking. It was one little simple thing that he said that made me stop shaking out the garbage bag and pay attention. He said: “Don’t go out and look for . . . → Read More: Make A World We were building a new fire pit in our backyard last week and decided to line the area with clam shells. It was my job to drive to the place where I thought they sold them and get a price. I went to the place and found no one in the office. It was locked . . . → Read More: They’ll Figure It Out |
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