I am a caregiver. Maybe you are, too. Maybe you have your mother’s pill box in your purse to deliver it every week to her. Maybe you quit your job after your child was born to monitor his breathing. Maybe you get your father out of bed in the morning
I’m reeling this morning. I am back to listening to the Memento Mori playlist on spotify because I live generally close to the edge and every now and I get pushed off. This morning it was the homily. Not what the priest said. He said very nice things, exhortations and
Part 2 We came. We saw. We conquered. We traveled. Usually I’ll go to San Diego to hang out with my parents if I want to unwind. – Mario Lopez Questions about the little guy? I suppose it wouldn’t be a faithful retelling of
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. Ah, vacation. Time to put aside our tasks, rest, relax, sight-see and love life. Like searching for that light shining in the darkness while I navigate the ocean, giving us direction, I was ready. And I was no fool, I went in
Part 1 We came. We saw. We conquered. We traveled. Thank God I arrived the day before yesterday, the first of the month, at this port of San Diego, truly a fine one, and not without reason called famous. — Junipero Serra Seven or so hours from
A lot of work happens at home. When children watch their parents work at projects, it inspires them. They see there are ways they can accomplish what they want and, when given the materials, they create a plan. To make it happen. It
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch For the third year in a row, we took the kids blueberry picking at Vanderhelm Farms. The drive takes us down a road of nostalgia paved while living in the midst of rolling hills of walnut trees. The path down Geer or Albers
