Monthly Archives: February 1997

We were talking with another couple about my husband’s latest project, which he had finished with his usual finesse – later than originally anticipated. “Well,” my husband said modestly, “If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well.” … Continue reading →

Saturday I did absolutely. Zilch, zero, nada. Friday afternoon, before my daughter’s piano lesson. I dashed into the bookstore to pick-up a Torey L. Hayden book. It was the last of her non-fiction books on my to-buy list. Daughter tickled … Continue reading →

Warm fuzzies filled me as I watched my daughter work with her father. Dressed in one of his work uniforms, honey-blonde hair tied back, her head bent with his over the machine they had built. The machine made carbon black … Continue reading →

Her closets overflowed with old clothes, rags and bolts of ancient fabric. The dresser drawers hid boxes heaped with greeting cards, magazine pictures and old calendar pictures of flowers, leaves and birds. I saw no use for any of it. … Continue reading →