Month: November 1999

  • Mark’s accident and after

    Sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner with my son and his family, I was reminded again of the blessing of healthy children. He was 3 when I read an inspiring book, “Teach Your Child to Read.” It sounded like fun. I pulled out construction paper and made flash cards that read ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ The book…

  • Meet Mr. Joan

    I nearly lost my first name the years we lived in Indiana. We lived in a county where my husband had roots. I had none. I had attended seven different schools in three states. He attended one. Everyone knew him or his family. No one knew me. I was introduced as his wife and instantly…

  • little ones have big mouths

    An e-mail letter from my grandchildren’s mother reminded me of the energy and innocence of toddlers and pre-schoolers. She wrote: “Yesterday I was trying to hang a couple of curtains in my bedroom. I was busy at the top of the 8-foot ladder. I heard Basil (her 10-month-old son) playing. Moments later as I went…

  • writing it down is important

    Earlier this year I taught a class on writing memoirs. The one thing I emphasized was “don’t worry about what it looks or sounds like, the most important thing is to get it down in writing.” I know, I know that wonderful mandate, “If a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing well.” But I…

  • entertaining the grandchild

    We went to my son’s to visit and help out. We ended up alone with the grandkids. The men made good use of tools from early morning to late afternoon. I dragged my daughter-in-love out of bed to go to the garage sales where she found baby clothes and a much needed cedar armoire. I…