When Did You Know You Wanted To Be a Writer?

One of my Facebook/writer friends recently posed this question and quickly received a number of responses. I thought about it a while and told her my answer was too long for a FB response and that I’d write a blog post about it. So Krista, this one’s for you.

Your Tax Dollars At Work

David and I went to the Senior Center for lunch today. Several people waved at us as we signed in. I headed toward the take-one-leave-one bookshelf with the paperback David finished last night. It took me a little while to get there.

Do I Really Want Health Insurance

I mentioned in an earlier post that I have CLL, a lazy kind of leukemia that so far has done nothing but raise my white blood cell count and cost my insurance company a ton of money. Last December I had to get a CT scan to check on some deeply buried lymph nodes and to get

What’s In a Tombstone

We took the motorhome to the RV doctor in Rockwall earlier this week. Some people think RVers are gas hogs who ignore environmental issues as we roll along the highway spewing emissions. I’m doing some research and some thinking about the greener side of RVing, but that will have to wait for a later post. For now, I’ll just say that we try to make

Remembering

This is a note about my mom and Communion I published on FB on March 26, 2010. Today, my son Christian published a blogpost about his 2-year-old daughter and Communion. Check it out and see how things change over the generations and yet how they stay the same: http://networkedblogs.com/lNLvj

We celebrated the Lord’s Supper at church last Sunday morning. It is a beautiful service done in remembrance of Jesus’ sacrifice for us, but remembering is not something Mom does very well. She is in the mid to late stages of Alzheimer’s and Communion has become very confusing for her.

Happy Birthday to You

I’ve been thinking more about days lately and less about months or years. Maybe it’s because Mom’s 90^th birthday is coming up. When you’re 10 or 20 years old, being 90 is something you can’t imagine, but when you’re next birthday will bring a Medicare card, imagining it is a little easier.

The Danger of Knowing a Writer

“It’s for you,” David said as he held his cell phone out to me.

I knew who it had to be. It was our RV friend who always calls just as we’re sitting down to dinner. But why did he want to talk to me instead of to David?

I Can’t Do This Anymore

Accepting the fact that you can no longer care for your loved ones without help is one of the hardest things a caregiver has to do. I was instant messaging last week with a cousin who is the primary caregiver for his mother. She has Alzheimer’s, and as her condition worsens, he is dealing with caregiver burnout.

It’s a Man’s Job

David and I have a mixture of old-fashioned and up-to-date ideas about roles in our marriage. We believe in the Apostle Paul’s teaching that the husband is the spiritual head of the family, but we also believe the teaching is based on mutual respect and mutual submission rather than a master/slave relationship.