April 12, 2020

holy days

Today is my birthday. Well, not really. My actual birthday is next week. But on an Easter Sunday, many years ago (!), my very pregnant mother went to the Easter Service at her church in Buckhannon, West Virginia. She saw her doctor who said “Good, you aren’t in labor, I can go golfing”. Four hours later I came screaming into this world. So much for his golf game. Every Easter after that, my mother would tell me that story, until her death. I miss her so much. For me, every Easter is my special day (plus I get a real birthday too- lucky me). Thanks, Mom!

I don’t have much to say today beyond that. Please hang in there. Our actions are making a difference. We can start planning and working toward the world we want, hopefully a kinder, gentler, more compassionate one.

And don’t forget to laugh!

Wash your hands.