Can’t Stop the Music

Growing up my family sang together.  For a year we toured the states of Virginia, Tennessee and Kentucky, singing at churches, parties, supper clubs.  We even made one of those vinyl cylinder’s called a record.  It was quite the experience for a 10 year old west coast girl.  The experience included culture shock, learning about…

Cataract Shmataract

For most people having a cataract is no big deal…cataract schmataract…whateva.  You schedule a surgery, choose whether you want to see close or far away, have your surgery and then…voila, you can see again.  It feels amazing, I’ve heard.  A miracle of modern science. Stop.  Stop right there.  While I agree with the idea that…

Please Pass the Salt

A few years ago, I was at a table with some colleagues having lunch.  We were served clam chowder among other things, and it was rather bland. I asked them to, “Please pass the salt,”  and they did.  What they did not do, at least with their words, was to tell me that I was…

There’s No Shame in a Magnifying Glass

One of the things most of my family enjoys doing is playing games.  We like all kinds, but especially strategy type games, and games that require some thinking.  A new favorite is a game called Seven Wonders. My daughter returned home last night after a dinner date with her boyfriend, and instead of watching a…

It’s Just a Bloody Eye

It never fails that when I would really like to look somewhat appealing, that is when my eyeballs turn on me.  This past Memorial Day weekend was one of those times. Our five hour journey began with a pit-stop at Bi-Mart so that I could purchase yet another pair of clip-on sunglasses.  My eyes were feeling…

A Big Word and a small term

Endoplasmic Reticulum and HLA-B27 Endoplasmic Reticulum is a  big word that I remember from high school Biology, not my best class ever.  I remember the word because it sounded funny to me, like you could cast a Harry Potteresque spell with it. When a conversation became too much or just plain boring, sometimes I would…

Look at Them

Sometimes I get distracted.  Do you?  This weekend my husband and I are headed south to see his family.  I love going there.  It’s in old nickel mining country, with rolling hills, lots of trees, crooked roads and space.  And then we’re going to enjoy an ocean front room at the coast.  I can’t wait! …

In the Beginning…was a Steamy Shower

The evening before my life changed forever, I put on a pair of denim overall shorts and headed outside after a long day of work in a town eighteen miles away.  My preschool age girls played in the fenced back yard of our small cottagey home and I planted a long row of purplish pink…

Prayer…does it really help?

Many of my friends have prayed for my eyes, my vision, my spirit over the years.  While I am grateful, I must admit that often I have doubted the effectiveness of those prayers.  One minute I am up because of good news, the next I am down because of bad. Faith is something I have…