Category: family and friends
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It’s More Than Just a Sock
Guest Blog: It’s More Than Just a Sock by Darcy Flierl It’s a sleepy, over cast Saturday morning and today I will be volunteering at our local mall to spread the word about the important impact having family meals can have on your children. My first words to my husband before my eyes even open,…
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When will our medical community step and do something about people getting sick and dying in the Indian River Lagoon
When will our medical community step and do something about people getting sick and dying in the Indian River Lagoon?
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The Bookshelf by Darcy Flierl
Guest Blogger. Please enjoy the incredible writing of Darcy Fileri The Bookshelf by Darcy Flierl Who would think a silly, made from plywood, spray black painted bookshelf, could mean so much? I’ve had it since I was 17 years old. It was given to me when I was provided my own “half a house” in…
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Fruit Stands are Ripe for Learning
Fruit Stands are Ripe for Learning by Darcy Flierl It was a Saturday unlike other Saturdays in Martin County. The cool temperatures offered a relief of the summer months which extended well into our fall season. Families were moved to begin the Christmas season. Perhaps that is why so many people felt compelled to stop…
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Finding Austin and Perry
Update August 4th DEEMI joins search and dogs are on the way! Many people up and down the coast had prayer vigils.
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We miss you Larry Hoppin!
Once upon a time I got to go on a rock tour and made a few of the best friends I ever had. It totally changed my life.
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Alzheimer’s and “Still Alice” : Caring for those who can’t care for themselves
Right now if you call the Elder Hotline they are wonderful about getting assessments done but they have one problem. There are no funds to help. People are put on a list by need and usually people with dementia are on top of the list. I have no issues with these folks. They are doing…
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Memorial Day 2015: Remembering Uncle Edward Gelman
My son Adam and I traveled to the Cambridge Cemetery in Cambridge, England to visit the grave of my Uncle. I never met him. His memory was kept alive by stories from my Dad and my grandparents.
