Month: October 1998

My notations on the handmade calendar are 22 years-old. I can not remember the significance of “Bible Institute,” a Saturday shopping trip with my husband or a terse “relaxed. No rush to swimming” in June. I was read to trash the ragged, old thing when I came across it again recently. My hand drawn calendar…

Saturday, I set out to take our exchange student on the annual tour of homes in Natchitoches, La. My daughter wasn’t interested: “Go. I want to have this house to myself so I can clean.” Before she could change her mind, I grabbed a map and headed for the border. Driving to Minden is a…

Her serious smile caught my eye. My husband and I were studying the mug shots and information sheets on potential exchange students spread over our dining room table. We studied each page, setting aside the most promising to fit with our family. We handed the area exchange student representative our first three choices. A phone…

As Hurricane George whirled toward New Orleans, my son, his wife, baby and a car load of clothes, toys, sippy cups and baby medicine knocked on our door in the wee hours of Saturday morning. The little one grinned at us sleepily, “She’s just getting over a bad earache. She’ better, but still has to…