Once many years ago, when Kelly was a toddler, I was in conversation with a man from San Antonio, which has nothing to do with anything except that’s the only thing I remember about him, aside from what I here relate. When he learned my daughter had Down syndrome, he spoke of a family friend…
Sara’s Garden: A Father’s Love
A new Program Director came in a few months ago, name of Phil. Walking around the Ranch, Phil discovered an out-of-the-way garden, neglected and umkempt, much like the garden in the well known book The Secret Garden. He asked me about it and I told him, shamefaced, the story of Sara’s Garden–that it’s a memorial…
Selena Mania!
In March I chanced to read an article in the Texas Monthly commemorating the 15th anniversary of the death of Mexican-American singer Selena. I did remember when she was killed, but had seen her at the time as a minor pop singer in whom mostly young people would be interested. Needless to say, the article…
Still Life
Waiting for the carpet cleaners to arrive, I was shuffling through boxes of photos and albums in our home office in Benedict House. Naturally, I got distracted and soon was flipping through mementos of our former lives. Dang! We were a pretty darned good-looking pair back in the day, despite eyeglasses the size of pie pans and…