A Time to Smile

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the mass of hurting people in the world.  I am not talking about a montage on the evening news. These are people I know. People who walk through the halls of our clinic every week. Many of them carry four generations of poverty, pain,...

Seizing the Moment

I know the saying is actually, “Seize the Day.” But, I don’t seem able to focus on an entire day right now. When Wendell and I shared our first ham sandwich at Pizza Hut 38 years ago, he told me about the country doctor he wanted to become. I started...

Things I Don’t Know

When the world will end. Evidently, it was not last week. What it will look like when that happens. My husband  likes to point out that religious scholars for centuries got the First Coming of Jesus completely wrong. They were expecting a kingly king on an earthly...

Folding My Wings

I’ve been flapping my wings too much lately. I’ve flapped over totally unimportant things from “how will we pay the taxes this year?” to “What if I can’t figure out how to convert our office to ICD-10 in 2014?” When I get like...

Where’s Your Baby Camel?

When our two-year old granddaughter Nola came to visit this week, she took her customary walk around our living room. She greeted the portrait of Aslan, the elk statues on each bookcase, and the collection of elephant figurines from her great-grandmother. Then she...

The Part We Play

Warning: This post is going to sound like I”m bragging about my husband. Disclaimer: I am. But you should listen anyway. Tonight, just after we finished our supper, the phone started ringing. Wendell had seen thirty-six patients in the office today, and…he...