Poke

There is no declared winner in a tickle fight – sometimes everyone wins. Last night, there was a Mackall child pile on the couch.  Frank came around the corner to ask me a question, and Tommy, being on the end closest to Dad, leaned back as he reached out and...

Thinking about the future

Conversations happen all the time – some in a rush while doing other things, some while sitting quietly in a silent room, in the dark, while others are asleep. Today I had a couple of conversations in reaction to the last blog I did, all of which gave me a lot...

St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day.  I must say, in the past, this day was fun when at work because I could always count on my friend Kari to dress in green with shamrocks on her face.  Being a redhead, everyone asks if I am Irish anyway, and it is fun to tell them “Well...

My Chief

I know – two posts in two days – but it was important for me to talk about today after it happened. A few days ago I was contacted by my Chief (yep, I still think of him as MY Chief) and asked if we were attending the annual meeting at the police...

A check on CaringBridge

I have jumped back on to Caring Bridge today to look through many of the posts that were left for us over the past 13 months.  As I read and reread them, I am overwhelmed with the outpouring of love that was sent to us each and every day. I also noted that this site...