Maybe it was the way she was ever so slightly dragging her left leg. Perhaps it was the confused look in her eyes, like she had just walked into a room filled with strangers. It could have been the way she doubled her shopping cart as a walker as she exited the grocery store, ambling …
“Let’s see what’s going on here,” the doctor said as she looked at my charts. I felt miserable but didn’t want to admit it, as if refusing to acknowledge sickness would somehow make it go away. It didn’t. My wife had repeatedly urged me to “just do it; go to the doctor,” but I had …
In what has been perhaps the most vitriolic presidential campaign in history, a campaign marred by thunderbolts of verbal assaults, a campaign in which a candidate’s viability is apparently gauged not by a vision for the future of our nation but by how much he/she attacks and is attacked—recall Ben Carson’s quip in the last …
I missed the ashes last Wednesday. Don’t get me wrong: My wife and I privately prayed morning prayers. I just didn’t attend an Ash Wednesday service. The last time I did, people whispered that the Baptist preacher was converting to Catholicism. Far from doing that, I am firmly anchored in my Baptist moorings. I simply …
“I walked 48 steps today,” she proudly announced in response to my question, “How are you doing?” She was in a long-term care facility, determined to get better and back to her home. “Of course, I’m sure 48 steps doesn’t sound like much to you, but it’s a big improvement for me.” She was right …