Organ and tissue donation · Spirituality · Transformation · Transformation Posts

A red cardinal. A visitor from heaven?

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?

Organ and tissue donation

Think your job is tough? Meet Elena Mendoza

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

Organ and tissue donation · Transformation · Transformation Posts · What Matters

I care about Lisa. (What matters, part 3)

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)

Musings

Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!

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?!

Musings

This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles

“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