Month: March 1996

“Mom! I am five feet six inches tall!” my daughter announced as she entered the kitchen. She checks her height and weight frequently these past couple of years with the measuring stick in our medical scales. Recently, she was puzzled at a sudden weight gain until she measured her height. She was in the growth…

“I got a C in phys-ed,” my then 13-year-old stepson sighed. He gave me his last report card for the year. “I had a few C’s in gym myself,” I said as I handed him the newspaper sack heavy with the day’s papers. He shrugged, hooked the sack to his bike’s handle bars and rode…

Nothing ruins my determination to cut back, to not eat so much as a wonderful church-wide basket supper. Smiling women, in trim suits, tight fitting bodices and stretch slacks haul in their bounty of casseroles smothered in creamed mushrooms and Colby cheese. Glass cake pans show off the fat-calorie-laden seven-layer salad. Green beans cooked in…

“I’m home,” I called as I entered the house. “Come help with the groceries.” “Shhh,” my son greeted me. He motioned across the room where his friend was spelling out our address over the phone. “What’s he doing?” I hissed, setting the bag of groceries on the table beside a pile of magazines and ads…