In the Twinkling of an Eye - a Column by Joe MacDonald

Last in a series. Read parts one and two. After our oldest son, Julian, was born and we took him home, the first six months went smoothly. His hemophilia diagnosis came up occasionally, but it didn’t directly affect our quality of life. We later learned that those early…

Second in a series. Read part one. The birth of our oldest son, Julian, was a milestone event in our lives. After all the excitement and drama of that stormy June evening in 1996, things calmed down for the rest of the night. My wife, Cazandra, rested in her…

First in a series. My story starts on a hot and humid night in June 1996 in Houston. As my wife, Cazandra, and I entered the hospital, we couldn’t help but notice the storm gathering outside. We approached the check-in counter, and I explained to the attendant that…

My wife, Cazandra, and I had a brief discussion as we continued packing what seemed like a million boxes for our move from Rio Communities, which is near Albuquerque, New Mexico, to Las Cruces, about 200 miles south. Between the phrases “That goes there” and “Put that box in that…

Many of my recent columns have focused on my youngest son, Caeleb, and his transition into adulthood. I’ve shared how we’ve empowered him to live his best life, including lessons on taking responsibility for himself as he navigates the world. He must take the baton that we’ve handed him. We…

Last week I traveled to Las Cruces, New Mexico, to spend a few days with my wife, Cazandra. She works as a hospice chaplain there and usually travels back to Belen, our current home, on weekends. We’ll end this busy commute schedule next month, when we both move full…

Despite what appears to be a tranquil season regarding my sons’ hemophilia, I know it simmers right under the surface and could rear its ugly head immediately. For now, life is good. As my wife, Cazandra, and I are moving a couple hundred miles away as we…

My youngest son, Caeleb, received great news last week from his college, the University of New Mexico: A letter confirmed that he has a dormitory room for school next year. When he showed the letter to my wife, Cazandra, and me, we shouted for joy. Everything associated with our…

As I sat in my office chair working on bills and other household needs this past Saturday afternoon, my youngest son, Caeleb, approached me and asked if we could talk for a few minutes. His mannerisms told me he needed to share something dire, so I stopped typing, turned to…

Last night, my youngest son, Caeleb, and I talked about our unique experiences with Easter egg hunts. My boy is now a 19-year-old man who is finishing his first year at the University of New Mexico. He enjoys studying cinematography and graphic design and hopes to find an internship in…