By Nancy PatricK I do not spend a lot of time on Facebook, but I sometimes pay attention to posts made by people I know and respect. One such post last week by Patty Hundley, wife of former AISD superintendent Charles Hundley, really spoke to me. Here it is: “A society that forces a ninety-year-old to use a smartphone in

By Nancy Patrick I recognize all the symptoms of old age on a daily basis. They began during my 40th year when doctors began saying, “At your age . . ..” One of the first times this occurred, my ophthalmologist told me that people my age needed bifocals. Others referred to diagnostic procedures I could avoid because I was past

By Nancy Patrick I love writing, and this series of essays is especially enjoyable for me because some of my readers suggested that I continue these articles. As I go through my list of class openers I called “thoughts for the day,” I recall them and remember why I chose them. Although I never “preached” lessons from these sayings, I

By Nancy Patrick Several years ago, I wrote a piece about how my mother’s life seemed to become smaller as she aged (THE CASE OF THE SHRINKING WOMAN | Spirit Of Abilene). I had many opportunities to observe as time and age-related health issues began to change both my parents’ lives. As I watched their lives evolve, I thought I

By Nancy Patrick People who have known me only as an adult express surprise when I tell them that I was one of the quietest students in all my classes. Because of my extreme shyness, I sometimes felt intimidated by more outgoing children who seemed confident and self-assured. One of my elementary school teachers actually told my mother during a

By Nancy Patrick When I began teaching school in 1972, I viewed my call to teach young people as a way to serve God in the secular world. As a teenager, I played with the thought of becoming a missionary, but I left that idea when Mike and I fell in love and married at such young ages. We lived

By Nancy Patrick Some words are overused; others are not used enough. One of those words is the subject of this essay. We hear the word “forever” quite often but seldom think of its real significance. We use it when we pray (keep us forever near you, Oh, God), when we marry (I will love you forever), and when we

By Nancy Patrick As Mike and I have spent the last six weeks living in our new home in Wesley Court, I have become acquainted with our new neighbors and found that, although our lives have varied greatly, we now find ourselves sharing a similar chapter in our senior years. In a recent essay, I wrote about the scope of

By Nancy Patrick As a writer, I confess not only to fretting over word choice but sometimes to an entire essay. This particular essay is my fourth attempt to express my feelings about the complexities and implications of fatherhood, and I still question if I have accomplished my goal. I begin with a poem by Robert Hayden I taught in