Bend

"When the storm comes, will you reject the rain if it falls not soft? If it falls not tame?" Sickness is certain in living. Heartbreak is sure in all loving. Death is the door at the end of each path. That these things are true doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the heart's... Continue Reading →

A Kiwi Christmas Adventure

I made the decision to spend Christmas in New Zealand when an invite from good friends coincided with October's compulsive quilting experience. Random, you say? Not entirely. They were feeling generous and I was feeling impulsive - nothing surprising on either count. So I went! The trip was beautiful (is NZ ever not?). It was... Continue Reading →

Redeeming threads

I've always loved the game of Hidden Pictures: that corner of the Highlights kids' magazine where you stare at two nearly identical pictures and try to spot all the differences between them.  Stained glass is a little like that game - there's always more to see than just the picture.  There is the picture of... Continue Reading →

Clear

Last Tuesday was the six-month anniversary of my second surgery.  While it may not sound as momentous an occasion as the anniversary of my first surgery or even of my diagnosis, I have been looking forward to it for ... well ... six months.  Once again, in honor of the event, I kept another date... Continue Reading →

The Whisper in the Whirlwind

APRIL: So from now until September, I go on living … and healing … and waiting. MAY: Healing.  Shoulder still feels so strange.  Out of place.  The bones don't line up right.  Can't pick up a teapot.  Physiotherapist switches from massage to electro-shock therapy.  You should see a neurologist.  Muscle wastage.  Shoulder blade slipping to... Continue Reading →

Conversation with Myself

"I'm dying," said I. "I know.  How far would you go?"  said she.  "How far would you go to be free?" "Free of the thing that is killing me?  Cut it out!  Carve and slice, burn and dice, poison it until it disappears.  I surrender to the physician's knife and knowledge.  In short: do whatever... Continue Reading →

On the Mend … Again

Two things, I can do, At three I am an expert: Moving, Recovering from surgery, and Picking up the pieces of a broken heart. It is remarkable to me how similar physical recovery is to emotional recovery.  Life post neck surgery is a whole lot like life post heartbreak.  There's that initial period of intense... Continue Reading →

There’s no Place Like Home

A couple weeks ago, I took a largish group of high school students to Kenya for a choir festival. Wait ... this sounds familiar ... wasn't it India? True, I did recently get back from a choir festival in India. That trip was a small group of middle school students heading to AMIS. This trip... Continue Reading →

The Familiar Unknown

India: the most familiar place I had never been.  Three weeks ago, I took a group of middle school students to an AMIS Honor Choir festival hosted by the American International School of Chennai.  We left on a Tuesday and landed on a Wednesday morning.  In the 45-minute ride from the airport to the school... Continue Reading →

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