Month: April 1996
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Becoming Someone
“Someone come help me tie my shoes,” my then four-year-old stepson whined plaintively at the top of the stairs. I looked around the dining room where I sat working at the sewing machine. There was no one else in the house but the two of us. There had not been anyone but us for the…
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lessons
He was barely twice the height of the tub, when I asked him to help me that day. “Go in the bathroom and take care of the towel you used this morning. Don’t leave it lying on the floor.” A couple of minutes later he returned and announced proudly, “I put all the towels away.”…
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Blue Monday column ideas
“I hate Mondays,” I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Bleech, string hair, pasty skin, baggy eyes and a dull brain, I added as I realized I had absolutely no idea what to write about for the next week’s column. Where’s my bed? I dove…
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Fashion from the 60s and 70s
Grandma’s closets are a mess. The granddaughters wardrobes are a bit fuller. I had a nostalgic journey to the colorful 60s and 70s during our recent visit to Indiana. My daughter and step-granddaughters discovered my mother-in-law’s stockpile of used clothing. They spent hours scrounging through her boxes, preparing a fashion show of outdated clothes. Down…
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Hoosierland
Having spent a couple of days of spring break in northern Indiana with my son, daughter and husband, I am keenly aware of the differences between Hoosier country and the hills of Arkansas. You know you are in Hoosierland if … • the steepest hill does not rise as high as the tallest southern pine.…