Adventures

Soulbooks Last week I was too busy managing Quinton and his mound of glitter on his SoulBook to take pictures of our group for you. (The meeting before I have no excuse. I guess I was just focused on living in the moment.) Fortunately, Billie Jo has done an excellent job of sending me photos… Read more

Diane, Ruth, and the cats have all been helping me get my SoulBook put together. Here are a few things they’ve taught me: Life is messy. Making a Soulbook requires that I get as organized as I can and then smile when the cats knock over my stack of boxes. (Or at least get over… Read more

“How’s the writing going?” People ask me this often and I try not to dread the question. But I sometimes do. No matter how you slice it, I’ve been writing for years–decades even. I began journaling and making stories just for myself since I first learned to write and then writing with an idea about… Read more

To everyone who survives nursing school, especially the instructors. And to the puppy with the power to soothe. Normally, the nursing class simmered with a low-grade fear and anxiety over the next test, the lack of sleep, the insanely high homework expectations, and, on occasion, tiffs with other students. But not the day the instructor… Read more

The former Arizona Diamondback minor league pitcher sat before us, tense with the muscles he now uses to work construction instead of throwing baseballs. In a small side-sanctuary of the mega-methodist church with 4500 members, Alex Byo told us the tale of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. You may remember some of the key points from the… Read more

My grandmother Helen took each of her 16 grandchildren anywhere in the continental United States. She packed us into airplanes one at a time when we turned 12. This way we would be old enough to appreciate the trip without our parents but young enough to have discounted airfare. Grandma said she saw the Disneyland… Read more

The Shiner I awoke with my face on the smooth concrete floor and a hideous low moaning sound in my ears. In case you didn’t know, the climate in Juarez is dry. Bone dry. The kind of dry where even I can drink gallons of water and hardly ever need the little girls’ room. This… Read more

“Well, there was a scorpion on my bed. I got kinda freaked and picked it up in the pajama pants I wasn’t wearing. Had to move it somehow.” The teenager looked at me from her top bunk. Ceiling fans swung above us providing the only relief from the Ciudad Juarez summer temperatures that hovered around… Read more

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