Ailana’s Journal — 2026-01-03 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING

So this is it… my last morning, my last coffee, my last day in St. Croix. I’ve laid out my travel outfit, and as soon as Izzy finishes in the shower, these go into the used-clothes bag and I’m packed and ready to go.

It’s been a wonderful two weeks. I got to know Kirina better before Christmas and was able to catch up with Izzy after. As soon as things settle down back home in South Padre Island, she and Kent agreed to come for a long weekend—arrive Thursday night, leave Monday night.

Kirina let me know everything is progressing with her plans for a second Sea Glass Gallery in Port Isabel.The appraisers Josh sent are scheduled for Monday, then the Ryans’ real-estate manager will take over and put the deal through.Kirina says she’s getting started on apartment hunting.

Jasmine and Micah are heading back home. Micah has to go to work on Monday, and they want to get unpacked and do laundry and rest a day before he does that.

The rest of us—Jason, Josh, Geoni, Clay, Sasha, and I—are heading to Houston for a few nights. We’ll spend some time with the Houston Food Bank packing boxes for distribution—we’ll be in the storage area working with donations, sorting and packing them up to go to people in need.

We’ll be there Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights, then rent a car and drive back to South Padre Island on Wednesday. We’ll see a little of Houston while we’re there, too.

And, of course, I’ll be sharing a lot of it with you!

Meanwhile, I heard the shower stop running, so my time is coming up. I’ll check back later! See you then.

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MISSING MY SON by Kaylee Branch

When I came to the laundromat today, I had my son, Hudson, with me. Now, I don’t know where he is! But it’s okay.

Hudson is twenty months old, and he gets restless real fast, so soon as he could, my husband, Isaac, came and got him. That man loves his son! They might be at a park or on the beach making sandcastles. Isaac said for me to relax and not think about it.

Yeah, right! The man I love and my son? Don’t think about it?

Me and Isaac work for a man named Dave Callahan doing cleaning for vacation rentals. He owns a few and manages like forty in South Padre Island and Port Isabel. Not many folks check out on a Saturday, so we mostly have the day off.

But Isaac also does odd jobs for the campground where we live, just on an as-needed basis. He had a few things to do this morning, so I packed up snacks and toys to come do the laundry with Hudson.

Isaac and I started dating when I was eighteen, in October 2021. We went to different high schools but we met at a youth group bonfire. My friend was friends with his friend’s girlfriend. Anyway we hit it off.

I’ll skip some details, but we got married on February 4, 2022. It was the right thing to do for us, and we didn’t think we could be happier. Then, fall of 2023 I found out Hudson was on the way. That brought in a new batch of happiness.

We’d been living in San Benito, but our jobs disappeared, and that’s when we got on with Mr. Callahan. We sold my car and scraped up everything we had, bought a camper and moved to Isla Blanca Park. The dealer took pity on us and delivered it. That was an act of grace if you ask me.

Living in a camper ain’t bad. It’s got water and power hookups, but we have to drain the waste tank into a tote and roll it to the dump station.

But yeah! I can walk to the beach and we can hear the waves from our bed, so it’s a pretty sweet life!

Well, I’m not sure why I’m telling you all this, but maybe I’ll have more to share another time.

CATCHING FLIGHT

Hello, friends. As you can see, I’m at the airport. We’re all ready to go—next stop, Houston.

We’ll get there tonight, then have Sunday to prepare for a couple of giveback days at the food bank. I wouldn’t say we’ll exactly be resting after two weeks on vacation. We’ll find a church to visit, have lunch, and then probably just get some work done in the afternoon.

I have a good bit of writing and editing. Josh and Jason believe they gleaned enough notes and images to put together several articles. Geoni will let the journals know she can take on some edits. Sasha and Clay will be making sure we get all of that done!

I suppose there’s not much more to add without repeating things, so I’ll get my ID ready for security and head to the gate now. I’ll be back tonight with some sort of update, so see you then.

NO REGRETS by David Gregory

When I saw Dr. Vanessa Lenen’s name on the symposium schedule, my gut sort of did a flip. By now you probably know I’d been on the receiving end of her data reports to the CDC for a year, and had become fond of her very clever Other Details sections. And her research was impeccable.

I decided I’d see if I could talk her into lunch.I figured the worst thing would be that she said no and left NYC with a good story to tell about a crazy doctor. I’ll just say that, having actually carried out my plan, I have no regrets.

She agreed to lunch. Then to dinner afterward. By then it was clear we had a lot in common—work, morals, values, sense of humor… you get the picture.

I talked her into going to a New Year’s Eve gathering at my church. She found a hotel out in Queens.

“Look,” she said, “I’m willing to stay a few more days.”

That led to today. So far, the two and a half days since New Year’s Eve have been amazing. Besides sleeping, we’ve managed to spend probably ninety percent of each day together.

She just stepped into the ladies’ room, and I’m waiting.

We are not saying, “OMG! THIS IS MAGIC! Where’s Hallmark? They should make a movie!”

We’ve agreed, however, that whatever is happening is worth keeping an eye on a little while longer. We’ve got some challenges to overcome—mainly how she could stay here longer-term—but we’re exploring ideas and I’ve talked to a man at church about one of them.

So if you feel like our situation is interesting, maybe let us know, and for sure, wish us luck.

GOOD NIGHT

We made it to Houston and we’re staying at the Hilton Houston North. I’ll include a shot from Google Maps so you can see how close we are to the Houston Food Bank.

I suppose there’s a lot to say about hunger, even in a country that is—as a whole—prosperous like the USA. Averages don’t tell the whole story, though. At the margins of the wealth distribution curve, there are still people.

Google estimates that in the Houston/Harris County area, between 18 and 39% of households experience what they call “food insecurity.” And Houston has over 2.3 million people and the metro area has 7.8 million. If even 20% of them need food, that’s about 1.56 million people.

I’d urge you to look up statistics for your own region.

Here are the searches I ran:

“What percent of people in Houston have substandard access to food?”

“What is the population of Houston, Texas?”

So, that’s that. And that brings me to the end of my day, the beginning of a short visit to Houston where we hope to make a small contribution toward addressing it.

May your eyes be open to the needs of people around you and may you find ways to give help as you can.

Good night.

Be your best you!

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