Conversations with Dad

Thursday night, my sister, Wendy, returned from a trip to France. Friday morning, still groggy with jet lag, she went to visit Dad.

Around the kitchen table at the Board and Care, Wendy enjoyed a cup of coffee with Dad and a few other “clients.”

One woman expressed to Wendy that she was very concerned about her daughter, Margaret (who happens to be a friend of mine). “She is having so many troubles with Immigration. I’m worried she will be deported.”

Margaret is a born-and-raised American, living locally.

“Margaret will be fine,” Wendy answered.

“Could you help her with Immigration?” Margaret’s mother asked her.

“Got it covered!” Wendy answered reassuringly, which satisfied Margaret’s mother.

Another man told Wendy that he had retired just two weeks ago from work and needed to get back on the job. “They’re really struggling without me,” he said, shaking his head. “Running the company into the ground.”

Then a woman told Wendy that it was important Dad stick around today because the Board and Care was going to be having a lot of problems. “We need him here to help,” she said, as if she had just uncovered a terrorist plot.

Solemnly, Dad nodded in agreement.

The thing was, Wendy said later, that in her jet-lagged mental fuzz, they all made perfect sense.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.


  1. Lily Ann says:

    Look at it this way. You can glean some “book material” from this Board and Care home. Who can ever dream up stories like this? I wish I had written down some of the stories my dad and his “friends” came up with!