The men are laying new vinyl today. “Do you want the seam here… or there?” asks the one in charge. And I’m thinking, I don’t care. I won’t be living with it. This will no longer my home. I’m losing my sense of home. I’m already separating from it like a dying person begins to […]
My House Is On Fire
I’d just set down bowls of chicken and rice kibble mixed with canned lamb dinner when my phone rang. I’m used to not being able to understand the grandgirl because of giggling and commotion in the background. But tonight (Monday–the day after Mother’s Day) was different. Through her panic, I finally understood her screams. “My house […]
One Word Less for Lent 2015 – 40
Sunday starts with mourning a headless dove. In church we nibble cinnamon rolls, sip coffee, speak of grace and peace because we are the people of the cross. But there was blood on the beach, and Sunday ends in mourning. Word Count: 40 In memory of 21 Egyptian Christians, beheaded by ISIS, martyred for their faith. 1. Miliad […]
Exhale Frozen Breath
The psychodogs take less than two minutes to relieve themselves before they beg to come back in. It’s still dark when I step outside. I catch my breath and imagine ice crystals forming around my lungs. I try to guess the temperature as the garage door creaks upward in protest. I slip my jacket sleeves over […]
Please Forgive Me
Dearest Nduta, Have you ever heard of the Dominican Republic? It’s a country that shares an island with the country of Haiti just south of the United States in the Caribbean Sea. Compassion invited me to go there last week on one of their trips and write some stories about what I saw. I […]
To Know Their Names
I’ve been working out of my quart-size baggie since getting back from Haiti last month so I didn’t have to rethink and repack it. Today I’ll add a little more moisturizer and a little more foundation to the mini travel containers and set out my malaria med to start tomorrow. Friday I’ll say goodbye […]
Without First the Breaking
E’s mother shut her and her sister out of the house because she could no longer care for them. C was reclaimed from a trash heap in the worst part of Port Au Prince. She was about five years old, scarred and burned, abused and cast away. I met her two years ago on […]
Pups, Patches, Aprons, and Grace
It all started with Sir Wesley John. When Rose Dog died, we swore no. more. dogs. But who can say no to a grand girl’s sad face? Only her mother. So the mission to make Grace happy fell to us, and thus began the hunt for a hypoallergenic, nonshedding, cuddle critter. Enter Happy Havanese. […]
Ebola and the Gift of No-Touch
God created us to connect. To comfort with contact. He even designed our skin with 2000 to 3000 touch receptors in each of our fingertips that trigger a cascade of chemicals when they’re stimulated. Touch decreases stress and anxiety, increases trust, builds disease resistance, and helps us connect to those we care for. Infants deprived touch fail to […]
Are You Growing Up or Becoming Old?
Whoever decided small critters were good for older people? When I bent down to pick up the littlest dog during the morning rush, something in my left lower back went awry. After I’d deposited the oldest grand-girl at the school curb and returned home, I cranked the shower up hotter than hot and let the […]
