Month: June 1997

  • the collector

    “Been picking posies?” the man with the 5 o’clock shadow hollered across the room at my son. He had just entered with his latest finds in wild flowers growing at the refinery where he works this summer. “I guess I did look strange holding those flowers, Mom.” He laughed as he told me about it.…

  • Medical advances

    My husband coveted his mother’s medical scales. Every visit included a weigh-in. ONe day he told his mother, “When you don’t need these scales, I want them.” His mother was a mighty young healthy women. I figured she’d need those scales a mighty long time, but that did give me the perfect idea for his…

  • smart kids from the start

    Early Saturday morning a delirious momma called me long distance to squeal, “Momsie, we have the smartest little girl in the whole world. She is crawling.” I looked at the calendar, the baby is barely two and a half months old. “She is? What kind of crawling? On hand and knees or pulling along with…

  • My children’s secret life

    My sons used to remind me of Dennis the Menace. Years ago my husband and I left them with a baby-sitter while we went to company dinner. Our young, elementary-aged son terrorized the baby-sitter until she ran out of the house. More than blankets warmed the backside of one Dennis that night. I don’t know…

  • The unvarnished truth

    Saturday morning my husband scrounged through a pile of his old clothes. He pulled out a pair of frayed worn pants with a hole for ventilation. The shirt featured a grease stain and a subtle stain from chemicals. Both were highlighted with splashes of paint, stain and varnish. After he had them on, he declared…