Put your oxygen mask on first

My great-grandma Jessie cared for her sister, my great-aunt Elsie, who was bed-ridden for many years. I remember watching her as a little girl, feeding her, turning her, reading to her, brushing her hair. I recognized it was a great deal of work all those many years ago. But probably not to the extent I... Continue Reading →

‘More important than facts’

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.” This is the first line of the poem, “Attitude,” by Charles Swindoll which has been true in my life. And with a chronic pain illness, I've found it can really be the difference in wasting the days away and finding real joy.... Continue Reading →

Please don’t call PETA on me

I killed our cat. It was an accident. I promise. It’s true that in the past I have hated cats, and I suppose I still do, to some extent. And it’s not just cats. I have always had a general dislike for most animals. But killing Cucha wasn’t on purpose. Honest. And in the last... Continue Reading →

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