In my work as a hospice chaplain, I take the same routes when I drive to patients’ homes, assisted living facilities, or hospitals. Without thinking about changing lanes or adjusting my speed, my mind settles into autopilot, and I often arrive at my destination without realizing how far I’ve…
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When my oldest son was diagnosed with severe hemophilia in 1996, I learned that mostly men have the disease. Rarely did I hear of a woman with hemophilia. The terms symptomatic and asymptomatic were used to classify women who were carriers. If the mother of a child with…
Every person is a walking compilation of stories that make up their book of life. As the mother of two sons with severe hemophilia, I have the privilege of watching their books develop. One of the most anxiety-filled chapters was when they first went to day care. Memories of…
As a hospice chaplain, I offer space for people to speak. I meet them where they are as they grieve. From patients who need to reveal their regrets and disappointments to family members wracked with guilt, I am present and give them space. No judgment. Sometimes it’s difficult not…
In kindergarten, my teacher had a daily ritual: story time. My friends and I would race to the corner and sit “crisscross applesauce” on the boldly colored carpet, eagerly awaiting the story. Next to recess, it was the best part of the day. The teacher read with excitement, allowing us…
The kitchen buzzed with energy. Cookies were in the oven, a skillet of deliciousness simmered on the stove, and fresh tortillas were being rolled out on the counter. When my oldest son, Julian, and I cook together, we’re like Fred and Ginger, knowing each step and anticipating…
Helping people brings me joy. As a hospice chaplain assisting families through their darkest hours, I am truly fulfilled. Outside of my work, my heart is full when I can make dinner, pick up groceries, or visit a friend. But asking for help is an entirely different thing. During my…
Several years ago, I spoke at a great bleeding disorders conference in California. Around 300 people attended, and we all had wonderful interactions. The attendees engaged with one another and found hope in their shared experiences. I left the conference energized and proud to be part of such a…
My family recently moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico. Boxes, packing paper, and tape have been a constant over the past few months. I’m grateful that my husband and sons are experienced movers. We all have a system, a rhythm to packing that we don’t even discuss. I pack…
The summer months bring relentless heat. In the desert of New Mexico, where we live, the thermometer often hits triple digits. While some people love the heat, others tolerate it, seeking shelter in the shade of a tree or in an air-conditioned area. Staying cool isn’t just a…
At 6 p.m., Monday through Friday, my television is faithfully tuned to “Jeopardy!” The theme song and sounds of the buzzers usher in a comforting ritual each night that’s part of my home. “Jeopardy!” is a long-running quiz show where contestants are given the answers and must respond with a…
My family gathered to take pictures. We drove to the Bosque, the cottonwood forest that borders the Rio Grande and runs through New Mexico. It’s a beautiful place with running water and trees. The photographer took numerous action shots, one of which brought a reality check. The photographer had us…
My household is navigating a season of major change. As the family of a frequently relocating pastor, we’ve honed our adaptability, mastering the rhythm of moving with grace and resilience. This summer we’ll exhibit that adaptability again as my husband moves to a new appointment in Las Cruces, New…
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