Watching
I watched our two granddaughters, almost 6 and almost 2. The oldest pulled up a chair to the stove and stirred a hot pan making gravy without help, while her mom worked with the other cooking. The least one sat … Continue reading →
I watched our two granddaughters, almost 6 and almost 2. The oldest pulled up a chair to the stove and stirred a hot pan making gravy without help, while her mom worked with the other cooking. The least one sat … Continue reading →
“A teacher affects eternity.” ~ Henry Adams Almost always she wore a simple black dress, but the black only made her gentle, smiling face shine ever more brightly. A splash of white trimmed her hemline for, almost always, her slip … Continue reading →
I sat sunning myself on the park bench watching her almost-five-year-old self scoop and sift sand through her fingers while eyeing the boy across the sandbox digging holes with his long-handled shovel. She offered small talk but he’d have none of it … Continue reading →
As a young child of nine years old, I listened intently, wide-eyed with delight, as my father read the lilting verse from the musty, second-hand volume of The Oxford Book of English Verse. How his voice danced with the rhythm … Continue reading →
As I write this post, Americans are enduring tragic situations in every direction. Cat 5 Hurricane Irma has already ravaged the Caribbean islands in the Atlantic, and is pounding its way through southern Florida and is predicted to continue up through … Continue reading →
My middle grandchildren started preschool this week. While I’m excited for this milestone, deep down my heart wants to wrap them up and put them on a shelf for safe-keeping. But that’s impossible and it wouldn’t be fair to them … Continue reading →