The very first exercise my physical therapist assigned me was simple. Keep your tongue on the roof of your mouth at all times, except when you’re eating, talking or swallowing. Who would have thought this small change would produce a moment of enlightenment?
Well, it did. That’s because I’m also learning to notice when my tongue wanders from its designated parking space. Here’s how it happened. Read the rest of this entry »
Continued from Part 1. “…I do need to express, however, a part of my experience as a woman in ministry about which I have remained silent.” Read the rest of this entry »
April 1999, Houston. Diane is now on a ventilator—her last major adjustment. Every day and night I hear the sound of air pumping in, out, in, out. Sometimes an alarm goes off to signal something isn’t working quite right. Diane is surrounded by a growing assortment of machines, pillows and sheepskin padding, carts filled with personal and healthcare items, plus tubes and electrical cords.
Is it worth it? Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 