What is on the other side?

Most people have the date of their death etched onto their tombstone. My friend, Mike, writes his on a piece of cardboard with a Sharpie pen. BEFORE AND AFTER Unfortunately, my life is divided into before I was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis (MG) and after. I...
To the old man in overalls

To the old man in overalls

It’s not that I live in a bubble, I just like my little corner of the world. Yesterday I felt like I lived in Mayberry. I had lunch with my dear soul sister and the waitress embraced me. As I walked to the corner to pick up a prescription, the barber. No lie, red...
How to make Christmas special

How to make Christmas special

Christmas was different last year. I couldn’t do much. I couldn’t shop. I couldn’t decorate. I couldn’t host any parties. I couldn’t cook. Thanks to myasthenia gravis, I couldn’t even walk but a few feet. Psalm 73:26, “My...
I expected my orange to be orange

I expected my orange to be orange

I’ve never been afraid to kill a plant. Let’s just say there have been many botanical casualties under my watch, or lack thereof. The plant-loving workers at the greenhouse probably cried whenever I left with my selections, knowing the move to my house was...