Monthly Archives: August 1996

“After school is out. I am getting this long hair cut,” my daughter declared last spring. I didn’t understand her delay. We had time any afternoon after school, but she had her own plans. The first day of summer vacation … Continue reading →

“I caaaan’t carry it,” my pre-school nephew protested lifting his little suitcase over his head. “It’s too heavy,” he groaned as he carried it across the room. “Here let me help.” I reached out to lift his burden, but my … Continue reading →

“Look at this sunflower picnic basket,” I held it up for my husband’s inspection. He glanced at it, “Mmm, hmmm.” A handle lacked a nut and a bolt. “Well, can you fix it?” He took it and studied it briefly. … Continue reading →

“Joan is too tired to write a column. So just at Billy Keane in Family Circus draws occasionally for his father, Bil Keane; Sharon, Joan’s daughter is writing this week so Joan can rest.) “I have something to tell you, … Continue reading →