Month: October 1996

In kindergarten, he saw that other kids his age colored. He decided it was time to use his crayons at home. He went home and practiced intensely. Long after he was supposed to be asleep, he lay on his bed coloring by the hall light. Watching his brothers and friends riding bikes he determined to…

The cat sat at the patio door, meowed and looked at me expectantly. I sighed, shoved away from the computer and pulled the drape back from the glass door, revealing a web blocking the top half of the doorway. Busily spinning her way around the web was a fat, ugly garden spider. I cringed as…

Mr. Nosky, my junior high, public school, English teacher expected a lot from his classes of 35-40 students. He expected us to write – a lot. We wrote out speeches, book reports, essays and friendly letters. Ahhh, yes, I had almost forgotten writing a friendly letter with Mr. Nosky. We had to lay aside our…

Of all my children, my oldest step-son loved peanut butter the most. At seven-years-old he loved it in a sandwich, on celery and smeared over pancakes, waffles and French toast. I blessed the inventor of cheap peanut butter sandwiches and quick celery snacks. I objected loud and clear to anyone eating pancakes, waffles and French…