July, 1972. Our 1956 model Cessna 172 needed a paint job in the worst way. Its red and white paint was peeling badly, and the aluminum shone through almost all of the fuselage. My dad told me that if I wanted it painted so badly, I could strip it myself. Our deal was that he wouldContinue reading “No Means No”
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My Abortion Was Not a Choice
January, 1990. At thirty-six years old, I had a happy family with three healthy children and a successful career. My life was seemingly perfect, except for some ongoing nausea, dizziness, and shortness of breath. I was pregnant. While I did not plan to have more children, this pregnancy delighted me. My best friend at workContinue reading “My Abortion Was Not a Choice”
Bladder Cancer – A Family’s Struggles
The memory of my grandfather standing in our powder room struggling with his ileostomy bag is indelibly printed in my brain. My grandparents had come to visit with my parents and the bag had leaked. PawPaw never had a cross word for anyone and he didn’t talk much. Andy always said PawPaw was a lot like God. He didn’tContinue reading “Bladder Cancer – A Family’s Struggles”
September 11, 2001
I’ve had two days at home and it is time to start moving around. It is a beautiful Georgia day, low humidity with a hint of fall in the crisp air. I make some jasmine tea, sit down on the sofa. The fragrance of blueberry muffins fill the house. This is the perfect life. Maybe I’ll go play some golfContinue reading “September 11, 2001”
The Last Bath
We began our day at the New Life International school and orphanage. Some kids live here and others just come to school here. School attendance is compulsory until age 18 but we have seen so many kids along the beach and in the streets. One of the street children, about 10 or 11, told usContinue reading “The Last Bath”
Dr. Suzanne Minarcine 