Month: March 2003

The Eager Beavers Club formed the summer my sisters, cousin and I took over the long-neglected, tiny four-roomed house next to my grandparent’s home. My uncle had used the empty living room to mix-up seed for his hay fields. The seeds looked like trash to me – until he asked what had happened to the…

The time has come for me to soar away through the sky to my first foreign country not connected to the United States. Time to spend a day or two in airplanes and airports, hopping from one country to the next and flying over many others to reach my destination. I’ve crossed the border any…

After December’s rush towards Christmas, January’s New Year parties and a season of family birthdays … after the stress of ensuring a romantic Feb. 14 and slipping by the Ides of March, I welcome March 22: National Goof Off Day. It comes just in time to recuperate from the six long weeks of winter which…

My husband killed a deer. Not that he was hunting for deer. Not that we own a gun or even a bow and arrows – but, we do own a car – and in southern Arkansas that’s a lethal weapon in this deer- infested part of the world. It was dusk. A pair of deer…

I thought I would make short, individual jaunts to area garage sales with my grandchildren beginning with the oldest child and proceeding down from there. The squall from the 2-year-old at the sight of us preparing to leave changed those plans abruptly. I changed the order, winked knowingly at the big sister and said the…