The Case tractor spun its tires in the thick spring mud, and then jolted forward with an admirable tenacity. We weren’t stuck, yet, but the way my oldest brother was driving it seemed likely to happen at any moment. He was going too fast for the terrain, yet it was his teenage recklessness that made our errand fun. Hitched behind… Read More
!@#$%^& Cold Sores
I should have acted quicker. This morning, as a biological “April Fool’s Day†gift, I awoke to a blossoming cold sore on my lip. I HATE cold sores, and keep vigilance over potential eruptions. But this one snuck in without the usual host of symptoms…tingling in area, headache, numbness, redness, and feeling “off.†Cold sore triggers for me include: stress… Read More
Easter Memories
The young girl, maybe three years old, ran down the aisle at church. She was dressed in Easter finery—more than a bit of sparkle on a puffy pink dress—and she was crying. The pastor had asked any willing children to come to the front of the church for an Easter story. The little girl had initially walked up to the… Read More
White Sugar Blues
Chocolate chips melt into miniature puddles, the dough has little brown tinges, and the oven timer goes off. I pull the cookies from the oven and inhale the sensuous scent of sugar and sin. Baking is my Zen activity, and I hum happily. But more and more of late, people tell me not to bring my brownies, cookies, and cakes. … Read More
The Hands Of Time
Crescent shadows of dirt showed beneath ragged fingernails. His fingers were on the short side, tanned, and strong. They were also gentle when it counted. The skin on his hands was rough and landscaped with callouses thickened from hard, punishing work. I’m thinking of my father’s hands as I write this, and yet realize the same descriptions could fit memories… Read More
Happy Spring?
Cuddled beneath my two layers of blankets, I knew that spring had technically arrived. Somewhere else. It was 4 degrees outside our bedroom window with a wind chill in the below zero area. No fuzzy bunnies hopping through freshly sprouted grass, no butterflies drinking from dancing tulips in our back yard. Just lots of snow, cold, and ill-timed husbands. Uh?… Read More
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