In the early 1990s I was fortunate enough to be asked by Doctors Without Borders,  to travel to Kenya where I worked with a team of medical professionals to create and maintain a medical clinic for 18 months. I learned a lot in that time about people. Those I worked with were so free and giving of themselves that it restored my hope for humanity and I believe it strengthened my skills as a physician. Yes, I have practiced…

Much to everyone’s relief, Papa continued to get better. We lived each day to the fullest, knowing that he could go anytime. He delegated his work in town to his employees, only going in to his office once a week, choosing to spend more time on the farm with us. The fresh air and exercise being on the farm seemed to help him and we saw steady improvement.

I was able to graduate and go to university, studying to get my teachers certification. I dreamed of teaching somewhere…

Papa had me set up in our window seat with my leg propped on pillows. He had gone to the alchemist and gotten morphine, but I didn’t like the way it made me feel. The pain in my leg wasn’t too unbearable most of the time. School had started before I broke my leg, and the teacher sent lessons home for me, Mama helped as much as she could and Papa helped at night.  Nancy, our servant, brought me food and puzzles, and sat with me when my parents couldn’t.

I spent the first few…

Autumn, 1911

The day was one of those sweet autumn days, the kind that has the last warm breath of summer and the first hints of the coming winter.  The leaves were just starting the chameleon dance, slowly losing the green in favor of the warm shades of red, rust, auburn, and yellow. I couldn’t resist climbing up into my favorite spot, finding my branch, tucking my knees up under my chin and looking out over the lands.

Papa hated that I wore trousers and…

I still remember the day it happened so clearly.  The leaves had all fallen from the trees.   The weather had gotten cooler.  But here I was warm.  I always felt too warm.  And I was getting angry at people.  For small things.  Things that never had bothered me before.  I had no clue what was going on.   I wanted to shut the door to my room and ignore the world.  I didn't want to yell at my folks.  I can still remember the look on their faces the first time I raised my voice in the house.  …

Turning on my computer and waiting for it to finish its start up sequence. I start to reminisce about the suffering of the English people and many of those in Europe when I was a fledgling vampire.

I pull up my search engine and type in The Black Death. The return list of information was varied indeed from band names to films about this horrible time.

I click on a link and start reading...

The black death was one of the most devastating…

This year for Thanksgiving, Emily, Ayasha and I decided to start a new tradition. Instead of just having our own Thanksgiving we decided that it would fun to do some baking and put together a Thanksgiving meal for a less fortunate family. Ayasha and I helped Emily bake all kinds of cookies and other baked goods, along with the feast. When Thanksgiving day came, we loaded everything up and took it over to their house. To see the shock on their faces, and the excitement was the greatest…

I'm sure you know the story from their stand point so here I am to give my witness to what actually happened that day.

I saw them arrive. If I did not know better I would have sworn the dead heart within me was pounding. They arrived with a fluid swiftness, like a tsunami but with a sudden halt. Aro's eyes met mine and instantly a rage exploded within me. I looked to Carlisle for any sign of advancement but he stood his ground, patiently waiting. I felt them fools for not rushing into…