Tralee, Ireland. September 1948.
An arrogant, and highly agitated, priest arrives home after 40 years.
Days later he's dead. Suicide? Or did his past catch up with him?
I'm a happy farm wife, teacher, author, mom, grandma, and caregiver for my mother, who has Alzheimer's. Yes, I'm tired.
Background
Information
It's funny how we end up playing roles in life we never expected! I wasn't one of those little girls who tried to teach her dolls the ABC's, but somewhere along the way I became convicted that helping children learn to read is a reason I was put on this earth. And caregiving? Not this cossetted only child. But there's the rub...ONLY child. When Mom got Alzheimer's, I became her caregiver by default.
Poor Mom.
And, as I cried out repeatedly to anyone who would listen, "POOR ME!"
But God is so good, so very good. When we cry out to Him (even in self-pity) He listens, helps, and provides answers to our prayers; blessings that exceed anything we could have dreamed for ourselves.
I always wanted to be a writer. The Lord saw that desire and inbreathed it with His love for precious elderly folks and tenderhearted little children. I have been blessed.
Accomplishments
BS in Education and MS in Curriculum and Instruction from Emporia State University. Trained and taught in an early intervention for struggling readers called Reading Recovery.