Month: March 1995

  • Acting in play “Witness”

    March 27, 1995 When South Arkansas Art Center announced try-outs for “Witness for the Prosecution,” a play by Agatha Christie, my favorite author, I had to try out for at least a walk-on. I got the part of the prosecutor and discovered I was expected to build as well as act. During the week, I…

  • Kitchen Klutz

    March 20, 1995 It’s my grandmother’s fault I’m a klutz: When she was a child she broke a glass while visiting a friend. The mother made a big fuss. Grandma determined to use tin cups before she would act like that. By the time I came along, Grandma had plastic and kept her really valuable…

  • Peanut Butter Prayers

    March 13, 1995 I was consumed with sadness, anger, grief, loss. I wanted to have everything returned the way it was. As I made lunch for my preschooler and our current baby I emphatically told God what He needed to do for me. Before lunch, I said the perfunctory grace of gratitude even though I…

  • 20 gallons of milk

    March 6, 1995 I would never embarrass my teenagers, but it takes so little to do it. Things I have done for years with no embarrassment are unacceptable when they are around. Take the summer day I walked into the grocery store to pick up a few items and noticed that skimmed milk was on…