Mourning Doves

I hear the haunting coo of the mourning doves in the trees this early misty morning and remember six years ago. May 23rd, the day my grandson, Army Ranger 2Lt Travis Alan Morgado was killed in Afghanistan as he led his platoon on a mountain patrol. Our foreign military is now there. Where Alexander the Great and his army were vanquished by Afghan patriots defending their homeland more than 2,000 years ago. As was the British army a couple of centuries ago. And the Russian army in the last century. Those who ignore the lessons of history are certain to repeat them. The army of the US of Norte America is still there after a couple of decades. People continue to be killed in the name of misguided patriotism. My grandson was a gifted civil engineer. What a terrible loss. I miss him greatly.

It’s May Already?!

There is so much happening in my life that the days whiz by. I try to enter a post every 2 or 3 weeks, but in April I failed. I’m not burned out or inundated. Every day of my life is an enjoyable learning adventure. I have learned to enjoy the moment. A week in Tegus with friends for a dental implant appt became a trip to a 16th-century silver mining town. English classes for the children at the Home are a never-ending delight. My old Chevy step-sider is running on bald tires. The interior of my new home I am redoing with the help of my lady friend. I have integrated weekly chess games with another lady friend after Sunday mass. At the Home, I have organized a choir class to sing the Julie Andrews refrain: “Doe, a deer, a female deer…” This month a gentleman from the States visited with advice about publishing my biographical memoir. And there is so much more. I have taken photos of the exterior of my new home. Pictures will be soon posted. Love life!


When Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered 50 years ago today by a racist pink prick, I sat in an Anatomy and Physiology class at San José City College in San José, California waiting for class to begin. The professor entered and strode to the podium, tears in his eyes, voice breaking, and softly said that Dr. King had been assassinated in Memphis, Tennesee. Robert F. Kennedy was also murdered that year, months apart. Class dismissed, the professor said and left. As I drove home, I listened to Janis Joplin singing on the car radio: Take a little piece of my heart now, baaby. I learned today that the racists of that day celebrated the murder perpetrated by a cowardly shithead. Things in this country haven’t changed much. The average citizen of the US of Norte America is an ignorant, knuckle-dragging racist. Consider the monster they elevated to the presidency of the republic who reigns today.

Nueve Años

Wow, my ninth anniversary living in Honduras slipped right by me like a shadow in the night on February 24th. Life is but a dream. And in Honduras, it is a lovely dream. I am slowly accommodating to my new home, at the same time making room in my crowded schedule for English classes at the Home and resuming my interrupted writing schedule. I recently submitted the synopsis and the first three chapters of my biographical memoir to a publisher in the States. Sister Edith’s father died last Monday and that slowed everyone’s schedule to a crawl. He lingered in the hospital for two weeks. He is now free from pain. May he rest in peace in heaven. Life is but a dream.

New Horizons

A full moon is rising this gloaming over the park across the street from my new digs. There are always kids playing and having fun. Tomorrow I complete my move from my previous home, soon to be sold to the highest bidder. This new home of mine is actually the nicest place I have ever lived in Honduras. Kismet. God bless.

Movin’ Right Along

The residents at the St. Joseph Home for at-risk children have physically healed from their accident injuries. The psychological trauma however remains. We have on staff an excellent child psychologist who does quite well with the kids and they all like her; an important milestone. My bout with the flu is almost over, after 4 weeks. The virus picked an inopportune time to attack me, my having to move my belongings to a new home. I made one trip a day across town in my Honda hybrid moving slowly to conserve energy. On Sundays, after church, the oldest children helped move the big stuff in my old Chevy pickup. Next Sunday we’ll finish moving an armoire and a large filing cabinet and then we’re headed for the nearby Rio Humuya to relax in the water. I will be in my new home by March 1st. Yahoo!


I am two weeks into the most severe reaction to the flu that I have ever experienced. At my last visit to the States this past September I failed to receive my annual flu shot for the first time in decades. As I slowly begin to recuperate I also have a house move this month. Bad timing. The proprietors of my last two rentals assured me I could remain for several years. They lied. After the one year lease expired each told me they were going to sell the house. Ergot my third move in as many years. My future new owner tells me I can remain for 10 years, a very nice home, by the way. She says she’ll sell it to me. I doubt she means it but what choice do I have.

Celia Returns Home

Celia and Sister Edith returned home yesterday, 23 January 2018, after 18 days in the hospital in Tegucigalpa following surgery for Celia’s fractured mandible. They were both welcomed with open arms and lots of hugs and good wishes. One other child remains in a long leg cast for a leg fracture. One adult will be seen tomorrow for a repeat ultrasound to check the status of a bruised ovary sustained in the accident. Apart from the emotional trauma, all other injuries have healed and life will gradually return to normal. We give thanks for having survived a more severe outcome.


Email to our friends in TexasHola, Allison, the plastic surgeon in Tegus wants to let the swelling go down before he works on Celia’s fractured mandible. Sister Edith or one of her family is at Celia’s side at all times. Celia is never alone. Sister Edith sent me a photo of Celia with Sister Edith feeding her jello. She may have sent you one as well. All the children have been stabilized. A pediatrician friend of mine is looking after the injured children at the Home daily. Another friend and I (I am an RN) are cleaning wounds daily, four have sutures, abrasions, and hematomas. Two children are using either a wheelchair or a walker. Celia is the last child who requires more intensive care but she is stable. One adult is still hospitalized in La Paz, one was discharged today. I communicate with Sister Edith twice a day while she is in Tegus. I will continue to keep you informed. Pictures of the wrecked minibus tomorrow. God bless you.