Reliving The Personal Touch
When I think back to my trick-or-treating days as a kid, my memories strike a contrast with the door-to-door invasions we think of today.
Who Are You, And What Planet Are You From?
We settled on a bench across from the pond in Salem's Waterworth Park. Several varieties of ducks and geese floated leisurely across the water.
Give Her A Brake
Nothing makes you feel as inadequate as not being there for your kids when they call you and they're in trouble.
A State Park State Of Mind
For those of us who don't daily spend time in the fields or trekking between the outbuildings around the farm, fall paints a beautiful excuse to get out and appreciate nature's beauty when the sun warms the afternoons without the intensity of summer's temperatures.
Our Clothes Racks Are Full Like Our Heads
Carol and I were pricing clothes at the consignment shop where I work part time. Carol, my supervisor/boss, manages the Next to New Shop in the basement level of the Columbiana Women's Club.
Check Out My Check Boxes
I meant to grab a refill for my checkbook and was sorry to find an empty check box. I don't remember taking out the last set of checks and don't remember any order form that should have been sent in.
Thistles Again
Beautiful trills of birdsong drifted through the bathroom window. As I raised the mini-blind halfway, I expected to see, somewhere, a goldfinch.
Color Me Healthy
I looked down at my lunch plate feeling pangs of guilt. Something was wrong with the picture. My plate held a hot dog in a soft, white bun leftover from my husband's company picnic.
Sensations of Summer’s End
It seems it's always August before my brother Tom and I make our almost-annual visit to Mill Creek Park.
Sand, Surreys, and Sunsets
"One thing for sure," I declared, "I'm not renting one of these again." "Well, unless we can find one that's adjustable.
