Some of my students dreamed up the term "CAROL-ING" to denote when a person is worrying about risk. It is a backhanded homage to me, but I'll accept it graciously if it means that they are using my name to herald the behavior. I do lecture them endlessly about risk - it is part of [...]
Tag: loss
Little Snowdrop
One of my fierce girl friends lost her infant granddaughter on Wednesday. Her daughter and son-in-law lost a child and a piece of their hearts. Her family and her son-in-law's family lost the blessed addition of an adorable little girl to dote on. But Heaven gained a beautiful, sweet, little angel. The little angel was [...]
Fallen
On June 30, 2013, 19 firefighters were lost while battling the Yarnell Hill fire in Arizona. The fallen represent about 20% of Prescott's Fire Department. It is an unbearable loss that is difficult to absorb even in a field where danger is a part of the day-to-day job. Every time a firefighter is lost, the [...]
I pray because that is all I have to give.
A dear friend of mine's son is critically ill. Her son, a grown man with a family of his own, has been fighting a difficult battle. He has fought this battle with humor, grace, and dignity despite the way it has torpedoed the life he knew. His parents, spouse, children, siblings, and extended family have [...]
It is not a question of if…
Of all the hazards we face in this area of the country, the hazard I personally fear the most is a tornado. There are number of reasons why this hazard is at the the top of my list, but the primary reason is that a tornado can pick up and toss around houses, cars, and [...]
And so I linger in the Butterfly Ball photo gallery…
I must confess, even though I had no butterflies at the ball I have looked at Forum photographer Carrie Snyder's Butterfly Ball photo gallery over and over again. There is something about all those daddies with their young daughters that I find settling. The young girls' happiness, the pride evident on the daddies' faces, the [...]
START SHRIEKING!
Some days I feel as if I am in the middle of a crowded room shrieking insanely but no one hears me. No one looks at me. No one stops what they are doing. It is as if I am invisible. I don't understand this. Are we not hard-wired to be responsive to our own? [...]
THE NEW FORTY 