Monthly Archives: April 1996

“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 … Continue reading →

“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 … Continue reading →

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. … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →