It’s been one week since Becky returned home after her open heart surgery. It’s been wonderful.
But it’s been hard. In fact, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.Read More »
My last post was in honor of our 24th wedding anniversary. I tried to wax poetic about our life together and the lasting wisdom of our wedding vows. For better for worse. For richer for poorer. In sickness and in health.
But I’m not sure where in those vows to place my husband’s continuing propensity to run out of gas.Read More »
Happy Halloween! I’m spending my first holiday in the NICU.
I’d like to go trick or treating later with some of my nurses. But I will most likely sleep through the holiday.Read More »
Ever since I can remember, my dad stored a military sabre at the back of his closet, a relic from a bygone era. Dad attended Marist College High School in Atlanta, Georgia, in what was then an all-boys military academy. He graduated in 1958, the Adjutant of the Battalion at his school.
I doubt Dad ever imagined that his sabre would see the light of day again. He kept it for sentimental reasons. And because it’s hard to donate a weapon to Goodwill.Read More »
My brother Dennis called me from the airport the other day. He was traveling to Atlanta for a weekend of golf with a high school buddy.
He was checking in on me and Baby Ocho. I updated him on the latest concerns regarding the baby’s breech presentation and the potential duodenal obstruction. Dennis responded with a strange comment, “It’s like shoes on the golf bag. Just pile it on.” He told me a story to illustrate his point.Read More »