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.
Prayers for Palestine
During this week of Thanksgiving, I am once again reminded to count my blessings. This year it is a blessing to understand the hardships and frustrations my Palestinian colleagues currently face, with no end in site, and their amazing hope and resilience. I don’t know that I could do the same. They teach me as I shore up my own strength to face what lies ahead with the outcome of our recent election.
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.