Month: May 2000

All I need is a little sleep and I will be fine. At least that’s what I told a reporter who commented on my vague awareness of the activity around me, recently. “I just need a good night’s rest.” “Yeah, that’s what you said last week,” he replied. I blinked at him sleepily. I did?…

I had a yen for Mexican food. I knew I had the ingredients I needed. I opened the refrigerator door, grabbed salsa and cheese and slapped them on the counter. I reached for the unopened a package of tortillas and immediately dropped them down in disgust. Behind the logo, imprinted on it plastic sack was…

They have no monetary value: Boxes filled with papers, drawings, clippings, special mementos of a child’s growth, accomplishments and tokens of love. My grandmother spent many hours filling up my father’s and uncle’s baby books: Recording her twin son’s childhood. The book reflects her pride and love. I keep it all because I hate to…

For Mother’s Day special sections, the News-Times invited area students to write an essay about their mom (or a woman who acts like a mom to them). We hoped to have enough submissions to fill a few pages. The essays began trickling in a week or two before the deadline. As the deadline neared, a…

Weeks before my children and their family and friends came for Easter, I began preparing the house. I cleared off beds, set out the Easter egg tree and took everything off our headboard bookshelf to dust — including the faded alphabet blocks from grandma’s house, arranged in a message of love. They needed something else.…