A chaplain asked if she could pray with my mom and me. It was the last morning of my week-long Turner syndrome study at the National Institutes of Health. Her visit was not on my printed schedule, and hard edges and clinical elbows of the entire week...

My ministers have been encouraging us to think about empathy lately. At a monthly Bible study. In sermons on Sundays. During casual conversations. I hate to admit this. There might be a significant possible crack in my knowledge and practice of empat...

EXERCISE 007 — REMEMBER ACROSTIC [Write a 12-line poem using only the letters in your name.] I took a few liberties with this exercise, so it is not truly an acrostic. Every letter used does come from my name. I have decided I love its impe...

Walking this week, I am thinking about butterflies. There are several pieces of art along the Beltline that are about butterflies. Across from Mariposa, at the time of my original project, was This Was Something I Had to Go Through. I situa...