Wife of Diabetic

I hear him slip out of bed and I look at the clock.  1:41AM.  The same mysterious capability that would wake me when my babies were rustling in the other room even before they cried out works here too.  I’m attuned to these particular night sounds.  When he’s up like this, I am on guard. It’s  the usual routine; first a trip into the bathroom where he tests his blood sugar level, then a trip downstairs. ...more
Hello - Thank you for sharing. One week ago, my 26-year-old husband was diagnosed with Type 1 ...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “The Letter in the Hope Chest”

As I look out of my window, relishing the pouring rain, and listen to the loud, loud thunder, and watch the lightning race across the dark—ominous skies—I see the beauty, nonetheless, in spite of the terrifying awesomeness of just one of God’s perfect designs—an amazing dance performance of nature that truly thrills my heart. Winter is my choice of seasons; the added chilling winds threatening to knock down even the largest people, right on their fannies, when met with heavy, mighty gusts of winds, none stand a chance against it....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… continues “The Hope Chest” part 2

My dearest Mayo: I don’t know why now, after all these years, but I was remembering the day you enticed and persuaded me and Little Fredo to follow you outside to Senor Viejo’s trees and steal the most delicious mangoes that I  would ever eat—but then everything does seem to taste that much better when it is forbidden....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… (continues) “The Hope Chest”

“Children are bright jewels,   A glowing light in my heart,   A crown on my head.” She leans over the chest and scans to the very bottom, peering with eager eyes and anticipation, inquisitive and searching. She explores through this secret chest, and with infinite reverence touches and lifts a forgotten memento: a fading photograph of their five children playing in the sand in Monterey’s white, sandy beaches, on a breezy, though sunny, summer day....more

The Seven Year Itch...In Reverse?

April 1st isn't just a day for great practical jokes, it's a perfect day for... A fifth wedding anniversary! Namely, mine and my husband's. We were committed to each other (sounds kind of like a jail sentence when I put it that way, but pun NOT intended) in Las Vegas five years, two kids and fifty pounds (on me) earlier....more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases… “PROLOGUE” continued (part 5)

Adler was leaning against a large oak tree. He stood watchful and expectant, and his once-upon-a-time chestnut-brown hair was again long—to the shoulders—blowing in the wind, and it shimmered in the sun, abundant and beautiful to behold again. With open arms and a welcome smile he beckoned for Dulcenia to hurry and approach—his lifetime companion to take her place, near him, next to him, safely wrapped in his embrace. Dulcenia, without hesitation, hurried to be at Adler’s side....more

Life at the HOUSE of JOES - or - When it Comes to In-laws, Sometimes Divorce is the Only Way Out - 14

Joey had the surgery to insert a stent into his obstructed heart valve, and in two days was discharged from the hospital in Hilton Head. The operation had gone smoothly, and the doctors said that he was well enough to travel back to New York whenever we wanted to go. That was it. There was nothing more they could do for him....more

Thank you so much for your kind words, Barb.

You are so right about the importance of the ...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases... "Prologue" continued (part 4)

 “To see sights of old   I sleep, dream, and remember   What tastes… What wonders…“  ...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases... "Prologue" part 3 cont.

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases and Misplaced Treasures All Rights Reserved Copyright 2003 by V. Kahler-Anderson   PROLOGUE (part 3 cont.)   “I spilled a glass full  Broken, pieces are scattered  Precious like gold, gone.”  ...more

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases... "Prologue" continued

Spilled Milk, Broken Vases and Misplaced Treasures All Rights Reserved Copyright 2003 by V. Kahler-Anderson   PROLOGUE (continued)   “Through the laughter and the tears…  Every Moment was worth the memory…  Every Memory worth the moment…  Though there be riches in abundance, or poverty and despair,...more