Celebrating the life of my sister Fran
Frances was a mother’s day gift, born in 1962, the 6th child to my Catholic parents and the second with Down Syndrome. I can’t imagine what that was like for my parents. I recall my dad telling me at some point, when I was older, that his worst fear was having what was referred to back then — a retarded child.
Tides and uncertainty
Tides change twice daily here on Narragansett Bay with roughly 6 hours difference between the high and low tide. The height of the tide, measured in feet is determined by thephase of the moon and the moon’s proximity to the earth as it moves on its elliptical path.
Tis the season of gratefulness…
I am thankful for all that I take for granted:
Living in a war-free area of the US. My recent 2 months in Nablus, Palestine, reminded me of the gift of not hearing drones and military planes flying overhead night and day. And to live in a US neighborhood where I am not afraid.