Five and a half months ago I had my face in an ice cream cone, and then I woke up…
I fell in love with words and writing when I was in ninth grade, and it is a love that has lasted a lifetime.
I am a “Baby Boomer” and recently celebrated a significant birthday. Although I have not been greatly concerned about my age through the years (there are a few exceptions that follow), I admit I have been dreading this particular number. You can say, “It is just a number,” that is what my doctor said. IContinue reading “Birthday Blessings”
As I sit at my computer, I think of some of the sayings or expressions that people have penned about home. I wonder if I will appear to be too trivial, if I mention them, like a middle school student who begins an essay with Webster’s definition of their particular subject. Perhaps no one caresContinue reading “Home”
One day I visited a colleauge who was preparing to retire and move out of state. She very graciously invited me, and others to look through her office and help ourselves to any props or items we might find useful. There was a beautiful but simple, multicolored long dress and a pink and grey waterContinue reading “A Pastor and Her Props”
Time to get baking? The cranberry harvest is almost finished.
Jack and Maggie had several things in common: They were both born in 1910 to large Catholic families. Neither family situation was ideal or easy if anyone’s is, and although it was not unusual for the times, they were both out of school and working at the end of 8th grade and were youngContinue reading “Jack and Maggie”
The year was 1983 and my neighbor stole my Christmas Tree