Monthly Archives: August 1995

“Can I give a surprise birthday party Friday?” my daughter asked recently. I thought about it, a surprise party, the week after returning from her brother’s out of town wedding when I would be back to work and two other … Continue reading →

With my husband and two college sons working this summer at deep down, dirty jobs, I wash clothes every day. The 6 a.m. starter mowed lawns, collecting a green tinge and the smile of ripe silage as the sun warmed … Continue reading →

All I said was, “I need to fill in the date and write down the family appointments and plans for the month of August.” The next time I walked by the calendar, all the dates had been filled in, but … Continue reading →

No matter where I was that summer (we traveled a lot that year) ordering a meal was sheer frustration. I could not get what I ordered. Didn’t matter if we went to a fast food place, a restaurant or drive … Continue reading →