I take my freedoms for granted and complain when things aren’t easy or free. But I have a warm home to live in, cabinets full of food, books and music to enjoy. I can walk down my street in peace, rant about my government without fear, rail against an unjust world, and sleep with my … Continue reading Long may she wave
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Big bad George
As much as I complain about my menfolk's tendancies toward packrattery, I have to confess that I am reluctant to part with possessions too. Tucked away in a secret place in my bedroom closet, I keep my childhood comfort toy. This is George. George has been with me since I was about five. He was … Continue reading Big bad George
A slow burning fuse
It didn’t start out all fireworks and loud-speaker marching band music. The fire kindled tentatively. A cautious and shy blaze, a tiny tickle in my stomach. That funny feeling that comes when a car goes over a rise in the road too fast. No roller coaster drop of frightening apprehension, but a perfect shiver from … Continue reading A slow burning fuse
Uncultivated simplicity
Rosemary lived alone in a crude shack at the end of a neighborless dirt road, on a tiny scrub acre of rocky soil. Each spring, she worked her meager garden, breaking up dry earth with her broken-handled hoe, leaving meandering furrows in uneven rows. Her apron pockets filled with dried seeds and kernels from last … Continue reading Uncultivated simplicity
Epidemic proportions
There is currently no proven vaccine, no federal funding for medical research, and no media onslaught of concerned scientists. Nevertheless, the condition is a troubling and widespread epidemic. Seemingly limited to a narrow generation and gender demographic - young males ages 14 to 25 - the complaint crosses all socio-economic boundaries, affecting several ethnic and … Continue reading Epidemic proportions
Raising teens
There are three encouragements to surviving raising teenagers. The first is IT gets better. The second is it GETS better. And the third is it gets BETTER.