Things happen for a reason, I believe. Not that I picture God is in His heaven moving us about like pawns on His cosmic chessboard (well, maybe sometimes I do), and I concede that we don't always get to know the reason for the things that happen. Maybe I just need to find reason and …
Saving the World One Meatball at a Time
Last Saturday, after plans with friends fell through, Paul and I went to a consolation dinner at Macaroni Grill, which is currently featuring meatballs - three different versions of giant meatballs. I ordered the Bolognese and when it arrived, my first thought was of one of my student aides from two years ago, a lovely girl named Rebel, …
The Conversation
I am fairly sure that most parents have some sort of conversation with their teenagers when they get their driver's licenses and start driving. Charlotte's dad and I gave advice we felt, from our personal experience, was good: when you're pulled over don't sass the cop, because that only makes it worse. This is the time it pays …
Rip-Tides and Undercurrents
Rip-Tides and Undercurrents.
Rip-Tides and Undercurrents
Until I was 33 years old, I lived no farther from the Pacific ocean than about five miles. As a child, since bio-dad was a beach-loving athlete of a cop, I spent every other weekend at the beach, my skin the color of bronze and my hair streaked white from sun and salt. Sun, sand, the …
A Remarkably Good Visit: a Gem in the Midst of Alzheimer’s
“Boy am I glad to see you!” This was an unexpectedly cheerful greeting from Mary, along with a bright smile and a wave of her amethyst-be-ringed hand. Ducking his head under the EXIT sign at the juncture of hallways, Mary’s youngest son smiled too. In the two years I’d been coming with him to visit, …
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