Issue 11 – Non-Fiction

It’s not that the cats and diabetics will die. It’s just that they are at risk of poor outcomes. 

Because I worked full time and had a long commute to the hospital, the chaplaincy training program allowed me to do all but four of my weekly practicum hours on the Friday night overnight shift, 5 p.m. to 9 a.m. At the end of my training year, Kathy invited me to join the staff as a per diem chaplain working Friday nights.  I was elated. 

My first bike had red-rimmed training wheels as I swerved down Newlin Road at three. They came off in 1953, when I was four, as I pedaled down the street looking back at my father. “Go, John, keep pedaling, look straight ahead.”

I realized a long time ago that I am not a “normal” mom.  Luckily for me, my husband is extremely patient and allows me the opportunity to experiment as a parent.  My curiosity and his support led to a special season of decreased stress and anxiety for our family.