There’s a saying, “When a cardinal appears in your yard, it’s a visitor from heaven.” I was unfamiliar with it until it appeared, as one of those cheesy postcard-like images, in my Facebook feed. But for some reason, it made me pause. Lately, I have been inundated with red cardinals. Figuratively, anyway. I’ve been puzzled… Continue reading A red cardinal. A visitor from heaven?
Imagine being the ER physician who has to tell a mother that her daughter is not going to make it. Now imagine following on that physician’s heels to ask for that daughter’s heart. Elena Mendoza does that every day. I wrote about Elena in this article for Houstonia magazine. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for Elena. And… Continue reading Think your job is tough? Meet Elena Mendoza
I met a woman named Lisa this weekend. We volunteered together at LifeGift, Houston’s organ procurement organization (OPO), where a heart recipient and the donor’s family were meeting for the first time. It was an experience I will never forget. Afterwards, Lisa and I exchanged emails. “You have truly warmed my heart and blessed my… Continue reading I care about Lisa. (What matters, part 3)
Over cold Love Streets at Karbach Brewery this week, my now-legal 21-year-old son, Burke, home from college (Roll Tide!), announced he is no longer a Leo. This little bombshell came from so far out of left field, I thought I must have misheard him. My hearing’s not the best, so this wouldn’t have been unusual. … Continue reading Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!
I adore this pig. And the woman, Annie, who snapped this photo. Just look at that face. Have you ever before wanted to kiss a pig? I adore this piglet, too. I adore Beth Kephart, memorist extraordinaire, and her husband, Bill, sculptor and photographer. Last month we spent five days together on a farm in… Continue reading I love this pig.
“I don’t think there’s anything you won’t try.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Leanne knows me better, I think, than I know myself. We have been friends for about 25 years, and we’ve been through a lot together. She’s the one who, probably 15 years ago, made the comment, “It’s never… Continue reading This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles
I couldn’t wait for Jim to return home from his morning run, to show him what I had discovered. While blow drying my hair, with my head upside down, I glanced into our shower, and there it was. As plain as day. In one of the tiles in shower, a puppy’s face, staring back at… Continue reading The Puppy in the Shower