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One night, I snuggled under heavy quilts in a bunkhouse at the Home on the Range, and the next, I laid on a hard black futon in a bleak city apartment. I was now fifteen. It was my grandparent’s idea. They disliked the Ranch and its… Continue Reading “The Apartment”
A while ago I met with a stay-at-home mom who desperately wanted to get her life and home in order. She had two young girls, a third on the way, and a hard-working, loving husband. She felt like no matter what she did –… Continue Reading “Progress not Perfection￼”
I had surgery on December 3, 2021. An expansive team of Mayo Clinic surgeons extracted the fibula bone and artery from my right leg and inserted them into my left arm as a new, living, humerus bone. My existing humerus had eroded from an… Continue Reading “Surgery, Bones and Building”
“Enjoy your night,” quipped the phlebotomist. Inside, hysterics as blood-filled tubes dangle from my body. My fibula is now my humerus.
May we be determined, this year, to find our gold.