The Alarm Clock and the Monastery
Of Noses, and More
I once went to see
a new referral,
an old man living
alone in the country,
slipping into dementia,
delighted to see me.
As I approached,
he sneezed messily
all over his hand,
his right hand,
which he then extended to me
in greeting.
It was one of those moments
when I came face to face
with the Christ Child.
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I grew up in Yakima, Washington and attended St. Joseph Grade School and St. Joseph Academy, going on to Gonzaga University as a National Merit Scholar. In my 40's, I went to Washington State University and earned a master's degree in English. I am a wife, mother, grandmother of five and have worked as a teacher and geriatric care manager. I take care of my 89 year old mother, who lives independently in an apartment near our home.
