Called By Name
On September 15, 1971, I was born. My parents named me Peter Christophor Carroll, a name chosen ten years before I came into the world. If I had been a girl, my name would have been Peatsa Christina. I was … Read more
On September 15, 1971, I was born. My parents named me Peter Christophor Carroll, a name chosen ten years before I came into the world. If I had been a girl, my name would have been Peatsa Christina. I was … Read more
On September 15, 1971, I was born. My parents named me Peter Christophor Carroll, a name chosen ten years before I came into the world. If I had been a girl, my name would have been Peatsa Christina. I was named after my mother's … Read more
Many people have asked me how I cope with the death of a loved one. Well, it is overwhelming — there is an emptiness and numbness that is impossible to describe. Every death is different, and we react differently to … Read more
During a recent visit with my son's family, I had occasion to attend a special activity at the elementary school where three of my grandchildren attend. While there, I met a sixth-grade teacher who had a wonderful rapport with her … Read more
I can remember visiting a geriatric ward, many years ago, which was full of patients who had suffered severe strokes. Most of them were in wheelchairs, and some of them had no idea where they were. I was just a … Read more
My journey led me down a one-lane road in the southwest tip of Ireland to the tiny village of Crookhaven. The note on the back of a souvenir postcard said, "Crookhaven, a safe anchorage protected from the fury of the … Read more
The other day, I received an e-mail that announced that the two-day conference I was to attend was cancelled. Now what was I going to do? I could just stay home, but I looked at my one-bedroom apartment and decided … Read more