Exile “Uncle Scott, where are you going?” my young niece asked me as I was…

As I’ve sat down to write and reflect over the past few weeks, most of…

I recently spent the morning looking for some identification for Johanna.  Her new doctor, and…

One of the most remarkable lessons I re-learned while teaching for seven years was the…

I could feel my heartbeat in my head, like someone had installed a miniature bass…

When I taught second grade, I had a number of students who struggled with writing. …

Many years ago, during one of Johanna’s first hospital stays, I slept on the windowsill of her…

“He who does not weep, does not see.”  Victor Hugo, Les Misérables I have recently been…

When this house was rebuilt to make a safe space for Johanna, we completely reinsulated…

Johanna’s illness forced me to learn a whole new game.  It dropped me in the…