Salvaging and Salvation

Salvaging and Salvation: Un Dia, mi madre : My 9 year old daughter identified it before my senses knew what hit them.  I was dropping my girls off to spend the night with my mom and......

My 9 year old daughter identified it before my senses knew what hit them.  I was dropping my girls off to spend the night with my mom and.... ...you could smell the tortillas from the sidewalk as we stepped out of the car.  Of course, my mom knew we were coming, and she always makes fresh tortillas for her 'hijas'. I sat in her house, idle chit chat like we always do - it is impossible to walk in and out of my mother's house, for she has to share everything that's happened in her day, or past days, or something she's read, or pass on what so and so said - inevitably, what should take a few minutes lasts at least 30.  Today she shared about the old neighbors she saw at a fellow neighbors funeral. As I was leaving, pulling my car down the street I've driven down thousands of times, (this is the only house I ever lived in growing up) I looked at the houses I've looked at all my life and the heart-wrenching realization; my mother is one of 4 people left on...

Salvaging and Salvation: Good and Bad : That's the way my life feels right now.  An epic battle of good vs. evil.  I totally feel like I'm in an episode of 'Star Wars'.  Except in ...

That's the way my life feels right now.  An epic battle of good vs. evil.  I totally feel like I'm in an episode of 'Star Wars'.  Except in my episode we're getting pummeled and about to throw in the towel. And I'm just waiting to see what, if any series of events, will turn the tide in our favor.  It's a book where I cannot skip, and a movie I can't fast forward to the end to see how it's going to turn out. My husband is currently has the title of acting chief of police and he's trying his damnedest to change the culture of a dysfunctional police department. And while he has the support of many officers - it only takes a handful of squeaky wheels to throw a wrench into everything. It takes at least 5 years to change a culture in a department, and so far, it's only been 8 months and he's being aggressively attacked from every angle without much to protect himself with. I realize this sounds like an exaggeration, but not really for me....