Monthly Archives: December 1996

“A walking belly with match sticks for arms and legs.” That’s how my son’s pregnant wife describes herself. She adds, “I take up a lot of space and my muscles don’t coordinate.” That may explain the current rash of accident. … Continue reading →

Santa’s elves are at work through the year, especially at the News-Times. My morning elf dressed in blue jeans and plaid shirt with a big smile and black apron held together with duct tape. He trotted around the office taking … Continue reading →

The family food magnet is destined to be served any food at a meal that ha an unsightly or unsavory flaw. Take the time my sister and I were finally able to get our families together for a weekend. We … Continue reading →

Staying tucked in my little niche of the world is easier than discovering how the rest of the human race lives. My dear family, however, insists on dragging me out of my cozy corner. Like last week: The college senior … Continue reading →

Dec. 2, 1996 “Mom, someone in school asked me today if we really ate supper on the roof.” My child was outraged at the question. For years, that rumor has spread. My daughter and sons have been quizzed every year … Continue reading →