I was looking through a box of old photos and found a studio shot of my husband’s cousin, her yearbook picture from high school or college. I immediately texted her to say I had...
I’m taking a new online Spanish class taught by a man who owns a language school in another city. Ordinarily he teaches in person and because of Covid, he cannot. I’ve been learning Spanish...
I was going through a box of old stuff, and there she was. Again. An angel, hand-fashioned of clay and baked hard, her skirt a smooth bell, with the ringer attached by an...
As a kid, I talked to myself a lot. I still do. I also talk to trees and other plants, I lecture spiders who have the audacity to turn up uninvited in the bathtub,...
Luna’s in love. She likes everyone, but is completely head over heels for our UPS driver. Adam is a lovely person and he does bring her a dog biscuit when he stops, but her...
About a week before Thanksgiving we received a large manila envelope in the mail. Inside were specially cut pieces of construction paper in a variety of colors, along with “instructions” from one of our...
When I was eight or nine, my parents did a major remodel on their house. They hired a local contractor, of whom I have no memory except a name — but one of the...
A couple of months ago, my up-the-road neighbor sold her house and moved into a retirement center. Her husband had built the house, and her children — both in their fifties now — grew...
Image by Michael de Groot from Pixabay I know a woman who takes the most amazingly beautiful photographs and posts a lot of them on her personal Facebook page. They are truly of...
My husband’s mother felt great attachment to family belongings. She loved and treasured things handed down from previous generations. Pieces of furniture. China. Book ends. Clocks. Costume jewelry. Tablecloths. Linen napkins. Any of it....
