Monthly Archives: October 1997

The minute my son, husband and I walked in the door, the grandbaby opened her eyes wide, puckered up and began to wail as she turned away from us, hiding her face in her mother’s shoulder. For the next several … Continue reading →

The man of the house had a long weekend. He made plans to work in his shop – after a trip to New Orleans. With ladder, rope and a couple hours, we helped move our son and his wife’s bed … Continue reading →

The invaders walked right in and made themselves at home. The cockroaches helped themselves to party foods and favors in the kitchen and bathrooms. I shadowed and smashed any I could catch when I interrupted their nocturnal parties. I shot … Continue reading →

My husband stood in the doorway of the room looking at me with his eyebrow raised questioningly, flicking his fingers higher and higher in the air in front of his ace. It’s the only word in sign language that he … Continue reading →