Of Crooked Thumbs and Strawberry Kool-Aid |
My aunt, Mary Francis, had a crooked thumb. It was a source of interest to me when I was young and she was in her adulthood. But it was a source of endearment to me in my adulthood and she was in her...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 05:48:00 GMT |
Do You See What I See? |
I remember the simple days of old when all I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth. Those days seem to have been lost somewhere away in a manger as I hustle around to deck the halls. The first N...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 07:03:00 GMT |
Rainy Days |
Rainy days are some of my favorite days. Many people don't understand why it is that I love these dark, dreary hours of wetness and the truth is that I didn't know myself for several years. I had toss...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 07:26:00 GMT |
Good for the Soul |
A soul that is reluctant to share does not as a rule have much of its own. Miserliness is here a symptom of meagerness. --Eric Hoffer (19021983), U.S. philosopher
As summer annually fails...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 22:15:00 GMT |
Little Treasures of a Little Town |
Waking up in the morning in a quiet little town is among lifes greatest comforts for me. Walking to the kitchen to pull up the blinds over the kitchen sink holds no surprises. I know Ill see a backyar...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 22:07:00 GMT |
Preference and Sacrifice |
"Love implies preference and preference demands sacrifice." Thomas Merton
It's a very old piano. It's tall, almost chin height, and hunkered down against the south wall. Made of dark, warm wood...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 20:21:00 GMT |
Aroma Through the Years |
I've been a little disappointed in winter this year in Southern Indiana. The mostly mild weather has left me feeling a little cheated. The lack of snow days makes it difficult for me to accept that Sp...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 20:15:00 GMT |
