Monthly Archives: August 1994

I yawned as I scanned the ads recently until one caught my eye. I reread it carefully and flew to wake up the sleeping teenagers. “Hey, you wanna go have green eggs and ham for breakfast today?” I shook the … Continue reading →

My son was heading out for a day of mowing lawns. As he walked out, he turned, looked around and frowned at what he saw. The current woodworking project with the sandpaper, hammer and glue graced one corner. Duets of … Continue reading →

All I had to do Tuesday was make sure my high school senior had his senior picture made. No problem. Any time of the day, he could walk cross lots to the school, smile and mosey on home. Then he … Continue reading →

I knew he had returned as soon as I turned on the computer. The program call-up menu was replaced. I tried three times to call-up the word processing program. Nothing happened. I went to “DOS-shell” to retrieve it only to … Continue reading →

It’s been a decade since we sold the baby bed. I have enough to do driving the family taxicab during the day without pulling the after-midnight shift of motherhood. One evening recently, however a son returned from a day of … Continue reading →