Twice a year our country frets over the semi-annual time change between standard and daylight savings time. We have this thing about time. It can move too slowly when we are young. Too fast when we are old. Our meager effort to save more daylight for part of the year doesn’t change the fact there are still only 24 hours in a day. As we move into the months with less daylight, we only exchange brighter mornings for darker afternoons.
At the age of 40, Karen, a single mother of two, was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to her liver. It was a devastating diagnosis. As her parish nurse, I was..
My twenty-three-year-old grandson is in a coma. Six months ago, he was struck by an automobile near his university. Since then, he has been in five hospitals in three..
Shannon was our first grandchild, and she entered this world early, spending her first month in an intensive care nursery for premature infants. Tiny and rosy-red from..
At only four years old my son has recently learned to say, “that’s not fair!” It must be his new favorite phrase because he says it quite often. When I say that it is..
When our son was about 3 1/2 years old and our daughter 8 months, Dave was preparing dinner in the kitchen. He had placed Hannah in the swing chair that she loved. That..
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t grow a decent beard. I was in my 20’s and entered my senior year of seminary hoping to land my first job as a pastor. A friend offered to..
There is a phrase used by leaders in the effort to overcome ageism: Aging isn’t a problem. Ageism is.
By the time this blog is published, I will be 89 years old. For at least 30 years I’ve experienced “isms,” although I didn’t know what to call them.
It was summer, 2023, and life was good and the living was “easy”. And into that wonderful and special time came an invitation to my fourth grandchild’s wedding and a..
