Keith Schwanz

… to mold words into inspiring ideas that prompt enriched living

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

— Vita Sackville-West

The World’s First and Only “Closed Loop System”

Yesterday, Judi and I had lunch with Oliver, Stella, and Miles. Noticeably absent from the table was the “kit” Oliver has carried with him since being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes (T1D) seven years ago. […]

Sep, 11 · in Family

Sheep and Wolves

My pastoral friend suggested we meet for lunch. As we sat down in the restaurant, the conversation turned to businesses that make short-term loans at exorbitant interest rates. He went on to tell me about […]

Sep, 08 · in Personal Finance

1.25 Million

In the half-bath on the main floor of our house we have a bright red, plastic case in the overjohn. It’s a little smaller than a pencil box. The prescription label reads, “Glucagon Emergency Kit” […]

Aug, 28

Wonderfully Made

From outward appearances, Oliver is a typical nine-year-old. He plays hard. He avoids household chores. He laughs at Papa’s jokes (when they are chuckle-worthy). But inside his body a war is going on. Type 1 […]

Aug, 23

T1D Markers

Miles, our youngest grandchild, begins school this week — full-day pre-K. A few days ago, his older siblings cheered energetically when I asked if they were ready for the school year to begin. They like […]

Aug, 14

Best-Day-EVER

Yesterday was pure bliss for a nine-year-old baseball fan. Oliver and Karla had tickets for a Royals game a couple of months ago, the annual son/mother outing with friends from school. But that game rained-out […]

Aug, 07

T1D Surprises

My nine-year-old grandson sat in church today eating fruit snacks. He had to. Just moments before he checked his glucose level: 69. At one point last Sunday morning I looked over and he was punching […]

Jul, 30

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