In Uncategorized on July 16, 2014 at 11:43 am
Soccer is more than a sport for my friend Edna. Soccer changed her life.
As a Haitian immigrant, Edna learned she could be a winner when she signed up to play soccer in high school. She scored goals on the field and finally scored a college scholarship that put her on a path to becoming a nurse.
Image courtesy of CCA.
Now, she uses her new life and new career to give back to “the other Ednas” in Haiti. She returns to her homeland to run volunteer medical clinics. She also sponsors a soccer team for 65 girls in her hometown.
You can read more of Edna’s story in my latest column for the Arizona Republic. http://t.co/xB4dRSG4Pq
In Uncategorized on June 21, 2014 at 9:20 pm
Grief and loss are unwelcome. But, they are effective teachers of some of life’s most important lessons. For starters, one can never have too much life insurance. Trust me; I know.
Also, even close-knit families cannot be assumed to reach consensus on what kind of service to perform and who will get the china or book collection. Taking the time to make one’s wishes known can save loved ones countless moments of second-guessing gut-wrenching life and death decisions.
But death can teach the living other valuable lessons. The first is not defining those who have passed by the circumstances of their death. In the face of great personal loss these past few years, I’ve learned not to ask a friend or acquaintance how a loved one has died. Instead, I want to know how they lived. In those stories we find the real essence of their lives – and our own.
You can read more in my latest column for The Arizona Republic: http://t.co/NKTlf0RAA5.
In Uncategorized on May 23, 2014 at 4:37 am
It’s been a week full of milestones and memories. My daughter Megan graduated with her Masters degree and turned 21 – all in the same week.
Sitting on my patio, reflecting on these moments, I found my fingers curling around a small pot that sits on my outdoor dining table. It’s a pot that has, frankly, seen better days. It’s garish – green paint peeling away from red terra cotta and Van Gogh-styled flowers circling its exterior. But my daughter made this pot for me many years ago and I would rather part with my right arm than with this pot.
In many ways, my daughter’s life is rooted in this pot. I’m writing about it in my latest column for the Arizona Republic. I hope you’ll read along. http://t.co/Uglcu43GnD