A couple are visiting a family friend; one who stepped in to save the home of one of their parents after their eviction from a country where they had farmed for years, employing local people, feeding and educating local families and whose recovery from their loss of everything was then about to be lost again in their own countries’ revolution.
A word was given and later a simple legal paper signed, a house changed hands for nothing and was saved for their family, now many years later the time had come for that house to be sold.
Since I moved to Portugal, I have “inherited” two new families, one Portuguese consisting of my partner’s step-children and their families, and one French consisting of his brothers and sister and their families, his mother and his ailing aunt.
Both his mother and his aunt are now in their 80s, his mother providing ’round-the-clock care for the aunt who has — as the French say, “has diminished responsibilities” — a softer and kinder phrase than the harshness of Alzheimer’s or senile dementia and which describes her condition with accuracy and grace.
Akiva and Ahuva Lewin were with their father at the Lakewood Cemetery to honor their grandfather, as it had been ten years since he had passed away.
Their father had held off on taking them until this day because he had felt that they were too young to understand what it meant that their grandfather had been gone for so long.
For the longest time, I was incredibly inspired by the story of Lance Armstrong — the man who survived testicular cancer and won race after race, seemingly unbeatable.
He was a tremendous winner and the foundation that he created raised well over five hundred million dollars for cancer research.
As Jerald and his wife Matilda watched the New Year’s Eve countdown on television, they talked about the year that had just passed and how happy they were to have each other.
Jerald recalled how happy he was to have an office to go to in the morning, even if it meant that sometimes he would have to have less than pleasant encounters on the train — but it was these encounters that sometimes reminded him of how lucky he was in life.
Jerald and his wife Matilda invited a number of friends over for their Thanksgiving dinner — it had its time changed a few times as Jerald and Matilda argued over the real meaning of dinner and how some people preferred having it closer to the evening and others liked it earlier in the afternoon.
With a name like “Petraeus” so easily and so succinctly and so perfectly rhyming with “Betray Us” — we all knew it was only a matter of time before the decorated war general turned on us and, turned on us all he most assuredly did, just so he could diddle his biographer and not-so-secret admirer.
There are two realities, almost like two parallel universes that co-exist and yet could not be any more different — and yet somehow, we who sit week by week watching debate by debate and looking at polls are meant to believe, depending on whom we believe, that either one or the other reality it the only real one.
In the Romney reality, the only people that count are the one that pay their taxes — but should the one doing the counting be someone who avoids paying his fair share of taxes through offshore banking and international money laundering?
At the ripe old age of 11, Marston Swain, Jr. was a blue boy who could not wait for his life to begin.
The problem with being such a young and pretty lad is that other people wait on you while you wait for them — creating a circle of endless waiting – where nothing ever gets done but a lot of talking happens around the edges of your everyday living.
Beanie Blue was born to be a Queen, but she sure didn’t feel like one.
It was hard for her to get up in the morning — when the world was awakening to bright sunlight, Beanie was caught in the darkness of her oversleeping un-dawning mind — and it made her so sad she did not want to get out of bed in the morning.