“Not everything that counts can be counted.”[i] Cindy was pregnant when she was diagnosed with cancer. Her child was a toddler when she died. When she realized that the hoped-for miracle was unlikely, Cindy set a goal: to make sure her children remembered her. She chose hospice care for the last months of her life…
I’m a fan of books and libraries. When compared to the severe impacts of Covid which affected almost everyone and everything, losing access to the library sounds petty. But for me, books have provided an oasis from the bad news — medical crises, economic devastation, and hopes & dreams quashed or postponed. The proliferation of…
My grandson lives in Florida. When the family moved in 2020, the new house had a pool. Bonus! — given that public pools were closed due to COVID. Last summer, 4-year-old Patrick hated if his face even got wet. He would stand on tiptoes to make sure that his head was above the water line.…
Six members of my spirituality group spent three days at Loyola on the Potomac, a Jesuit Retreat House in Faulkner, Maryland. Loyola sits on a bluff overlooking the Potomac River, surrounded by 235 acres of rolling woodland. To allow for Covid safety protocols, there was limited attendance at the program, which meant all attendees had…
January 2015, DC Metro Yellow Line: Just after L’Enfant station, the train jerked to a stop. It lurched and stalled again. It seemed like typical Metro — until smoke started seeping in. Curls wafted through the vents and door seams. First, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but it got thicker fast, and the…
