Where would I have been without them? Dick and Jane, Baby Sally, Spot, Puff, Mother and Father–they people the paper back books of my first readers and I remember them fondly. They were good friends. “Oh, oh. See Spot. See Puff. Oh, oh.” Such simple little sentences, but leading on to other, bigger, greater things–the […]
Jul 3, 2019
Freedom to Think
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Freedom! Millions have died to obtain it or keep it. Without it, what do we have? I’m just asking. Do we have security from fear of retaliation? Do we have the warm feeling of belonging? Do we have a feeling of superiority?From what do we want to be free? And what is worth giving […]
Jun 26, 2019
Wandering Into Wednesday
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The coffee is hot. The honey bran muffins are just out of the oven. Sky is overcast, as if it may rain today. Will it? Weather is iffy. You can’t count on it, except you can count on it to be changeable. A couple of years ago, I bought a dilapidated Woman’s World, December 1918. […]
Jun 24, 2019
Dynamite and a Jackhammer
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I needed a stick of dynamite. A jackhammer might have helped. But, I had neither and so I was left with a container that didn’t want to be opened and a lot of frustration. Why do companies who package products, especially food products, do this to their customers? Is it to keep unscrupulous people from […]
Jun 23, 2019
Little Miss Hollyhock
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An Explanation for Those Surprise Flowers That Spring Up You may not have heard of Miss Hollyhock, so I am here to explain. She must exist, because there is no other explanation for the flowers that spring up here and there, in the most unusual places, without having been planted. Miss Hollyhock is a […]
Jun 22, 2019
A Small Peek at Moonstruck
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I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]
