Monthly Archives: May 1997

They ALL came home last weekend. The oldest brought his wife and kid. The youngest brought his dirty laundry. The third brought his freshly minted college diploma – plus everything he ever took to college: computer, bedding, his ever expanding … Continue reading →

“You gonna’ help him?” I asked my daughter as my husband set up the ironing board and iron beside the heap of wrinkled cloth napkins. She watched him speculatively as he sprinkled them with water. “Naw. They’re for the Women’s … Continue reading →

I began with seven. Two brothers, two sisters, two parents and me, seven to feed when I began cooking. That was the year my mom went to a paying job and my sisters and I went to the kitchen. We … Continue reading →

OK, I admit it. I’ve been wrong a couple of times. Like the time I wrote that years of living with hamsters had taught our cats to round-up but not eat furry little critters. So, of course, our tom cat … Continue reading →