I do not want to look back. I do not want to count my blessings from the past year because it means 2017 is even further away, that the time in my life when Celeste was alive is even further away. One year ago, my husband and I looked back
When your baby is ill, the world seems to stop. Sitting one that hospital couch, as he lay sleeping in the hospital crib, I stared out the hospital window at other hospital parents in the hospital yard, eating their meal because we were not supposed to eat in the Pediatric
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
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
Three months and one week since we last walked through the sliding glass doors of sterilized air and woodless surroundings at UCSF. Three months. That seems to be all it takes. In a moment, one day, earlier this week, I felt space in my lungs, I felt relaxed, I felt
Childlike wonder makes everything clearer (photo from Vintage at the Yard). When summer comes I’ll look out this window to see nothing other than a beautiful mess of green from this tree. The sky after the rain is a powerful thing. We’ve seen many such skies in the past week.
It’s all personal today! Recently, we drove the 2.5 hours to Monterrey to visit the Aquarium. I love Pacheco Pass. I find the hills breathtaking. Preparations began for Miriam’s First Holy Communion. I decided to take out my wedding dress, which I love but had not laid eyes on since
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. Ferris Bueller said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Do you have a routine for every day? I do. Perhaps you read about the joy I take in routine and
Not a photograph but still a snapshot from life. Recently published at Mind and Spirit, a more vulnerable piece by me about my struggle with scruples. Small town Life Small town life means affordable performances in small settings – Pippi Longstocking come to CSU Stanislaus. It means police come to
I spent the week in San Francisco with Peter just sight-seeing (wishful thinking). Actually, we spent four days in the hospital, his first admission in 5 1/2 months. It was a virus which caused repeated fevers, but for this little guy with a Broviac, it means we must go in
