I had been overjoyed by that first magical “Ah Ha” moment, the one that connected my 2 ½ year old Grandson to Dave. It was a thumbs up instant and I gestured … “YES!” But, after the family left, while doing laundry, washing dishes and putting away toys I began to...

I was blind sided by Grandson Joey’s fear of his Grandfather. In that moment of shock I knew something had to be done … but what?  The first magic “Ah Ha” moment happened at bedtime when Joey, dressed in his Winnie the Pooh PJs,  padded downstairs to say goodnight....

It was chilly that Saturday afternoon when Electra landed on the hillside behind my townhome. The sky was overcast. The winds were light and although a few wispy snowflakes floated to the ground, the accumulation was small. Oh well, not enough to build a fort or make...

True, I was stuck in the Doldrums and needed to leave The Isle of Ills immediately. If not, we would all become hardened and sink to the  bottom of a murky sea. Electra was spot on when she urged “… take to the skies despite the messed up world below. You MUST select...

I’m stuck! Although writers are cautioned not to use idioms, I can’t think of an easier way to explain the extreme personal stress I’ve been under for many weeks. Yup, I’m stuck. I’m certain all of  us have ‘been there, done that’ from time to time. Unfortunately, if...

In the last post I asked passengers two questions … What do the Isles represent? What is Dave’s Diagnosis? Only two passengers answered. One gave an esoteric answer but the other was “spot on.” Obviously with only two responses, it would be presumptuous to assume that...

Finally, our week in 1996 is over. Despite promising Electra and passengers to leave this sorry place ASAP, I had a problem … where to go, and how to go without having that second appointment with Dr. Who? It was he, who would make Dave’s official diagnosis! But Dr....

Once again Dave and I are seated in Dr. Who’s office. Dave stares vacantly out the window while I anxiously await the results of the “mean machine’s” symphonic scan. Fearing the inevitable “fate knocking at the door,” I tell myself, “change your focus.” The rhythmic...

Dr. Who, dwarfed behind his massive desk, continued asking me questions. He didn’t include Dave in the conversation, so my immediate reaction was ‘I don’t like this guy.’ He simply dismissed my husband, assuming Dave was unable to understand and/or participate on any...

Last week I gave a wistful goodbye to my young, handsome Dave before climbing into Electra along with the other passengers. We settled into our seats. Electra’s cabin grew quiet. Each passenger withdrew into a space of private thoughts. As for me, I reflected on the...