Monthly Archives: April 1997

“Mom, why didn’t we have TV when we were growing up?” I asked her once. My husband and I were debating getting a set. “We thought you five had other things to do: Homework, practicing the piano, trumpet, clarinet or … Continue reading →

The cat scrambled over our colorful, hooked throw rug. It pounced to the side, eyes focused on the gray, wiggling ball of fur burrowing under the rug. I reached down and pulled back the rug, “Look cat, catch your mouse … Continue reading →

Tuesday morning I was still puzzling over a topic for my weekly column during my drive to work. A ringing phone distracted my speculations as I walked into the office. I transferred the call to my desk. No, hello, just, … Continue reading →

A barely stay inside the lines of paint by the number pictures, but I still can’t resist buying craft projects at garage sales. My 50-cent splurge on a child’s how-to-knit and crochet kit I rationalized as something handy to have … Continue reading →

My hands reached up and steadied the oak beam my husband was jacking into place in the basement under our house. As he measured the distance to the floor beams above, I glanced over at our then 1-year-old. He stood … Continue reading →