My girls and I had just moved into a new house and I was in the back yard building a sandbox. Our neighbor, a father of six, walked over to see if I needed help.
"I think I've got it," I said, as I dragged the last 2 by 12 into place.
He watched as I hammered away and said words I still remember.
"Your dad taught you well."…Continue
My mom dreamed of being a journalist. She skipped 4th grade, was a straight-A student, and undoubtedly would have excelled at college.
But she didn't go. Her dad would pay only if she went to a teacher's college.
In the days before student loans were readily available, she bypassed college, left her small rural hometown, and got a job working as a secretary in Springfield,…Continue
I see her every Tuesday and Thursday when I take my grandson to soccer practice. She stands on the corner waiting for the light to change so she can pass through the line of stopped cars offering candies from a small basket that she holds close to her chest.
The street is a side one, with only one full lane of traffic, and the line of cars is never long. Perhaps six or seven. Short enough that she reaches the end and…Continue
Sometimes I have little floaters in my eyes--those tiny black specks that flit around in your field of vision only to dart away when you shift your eyes to look at them. And sometimes I have little black gnats that fly in aimless circles around my head and across my line of sight. Both are irritating.
But that's not the problem. The problem is knowing which ones…Continue