Learning to dance

Learning to dance

Learning to dance Back to blog Somehow, we started talking about dancing. I recounted how my brother and I were not given a choice in the matter. “When I was in junior high, my folks told me that it was time I learned how to dance.” And that was that. So...
Reunion

Reunion

Reunion Back to blog “My mom died when I was only four, and my dad didn’t have a choice. There were five of us kids living on the farm, and there was just no way he could take care of all of us.” Marilyn has told this story a few times, because I...
Laughter

Laughter

Laughter Back to blog It wasn’t going to be a routine visit. Everything else was routine – Buckley brushing and primping, a little pep talk, brushing jealous Cooper, donning the vest, and off we went. For the past couple months, our first visit of the day...
Never alone.

Never alone.

Never alone. Back to blog The most sacred honor for a hospice volunteer is to be called upon to provide a silent presence in place of family members when they have exhausted their energy holding vigil over their loved one during the final transition. In their absence,...
K-12 Public School somewhere in Nebraska

K-12 Public School somewhere in Nebraska

K-12 Public School somewhere in Nebraska Back to blog I had the absolute pleasure of speaking to an entire school district (250 kids, 30 staff members), and Buckley was able to join me! We spent the first 30 minutes with K-5 students, with plenty of time for hands-on...
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