On our last night in Port Orchard, Washington, we ended our wonderful week-long stay by going to Carter And Company for ice cream. It was a lovely night, so we took our cones outside. Two young men approached, one carrying flowers and a sign. They discussed a plan of some…
Other than getting back to Piper, I am never ready for a trip to be over. That said, like everyone, once the time comes, if I gotta go, I just want to get there. And so I found myself on a Monday night at Philadelphia International Airport, sitting on one…
While waiting for my husband to go get the rental car upon our arrival at SeaTac International Airport, I sat on one of our suitcases. It was a beautiful October morning, I was so happy to be there. Funny how the second time you arrive at an airport in a…
ISister Rain’s Note: This is the seventh story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…
Having a bird in the family before Piper, when he adopted us in 2012 we knew a hand vacuum was mandatory. After doing some research, we purchased a Dirt Devil. Every night before bed, Piper and his daddy would clean up around his mansion (we never call it a cage…
Although we are flawed as human beings, it occurred to me the other day that there are perfect moments. Your child snuggled up against you in bed as you read them a story. Locking eyes with your soon-to-be husband waiting for you at the altar. There are perfect places too….
I am very afraid of falling and hurting myself as a result of my limited vision. Every time I leave my house, it is a big concern for me. I have only fallen twice in the 12 years since waking up blind. Tempting fate much, Sister Rain? Last week I…
Unpacking from a trip, I placed a half used pack of bathroom wipes in the corner cabinet by the toilet, ready for action. A few days later, I finally needed to put makeup on, the first time since I had returned home. Emptying my travel makeup bag, I found a…
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the sixth story in a series about my search for an ancestor who was a Patriot in the American Revolutionary War. To read the previous posts, click on the following: “Historical Society Of Pennsylvania“ “The Search Heard Round The World” “The Son-In-Law Of Liberty” “This…
They are prehistoric. Dinosaur -like. Reptilian, even. They are zygodactl: two toes in front and two in the back. They are amazing, my boy’s little feet. When Piper eats, he holds the food with one foot while balancing on the other like Simone Biles on the beam. He can climb…
