Reaching Out
I Reach Out by Rose Owens I reach out my hand. We are different, you and I. Color of skin, education level, family cohesiveness.We are different, you and I.I understand that I do not understand. I have not lived in the […]
Getting Nothing Done
Sometimes it takes all day to get nothing done. I am a list maker. As my day winds down to its close, I often make a list of things I need to do tomorrow. The list becomes longer and longer as I anticipate another day—a day when I’m not too tired or too distracted. I
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Tall Tale
I have learned that Pecos Bill wasn’t a folk tale told by cowboys sitting around the campfire on trail drives. According to the program on TV, that story was fiction, and it made its way into folklore by the back door. Well, one morning I Zoomed into an online writing group, and I was challenged
Patterns
Making American Girl Doll clothes has been very rewarding for me during this past year. It has been a good way to relax. I enjoyed the process of sorting through my fabric stash and then choosing patterns. Recycling clothes has also been fun and challenging for me. I bought a girl’s red plaid pleated skirt
My Hollyhock Still Reaches Up
The hollyhock in my front flower bed is on its way up again. I look at it and estimate that it is maybe seven or eight feet tall right now—not quite the over ten feet tall that astounded me last summer. Last year the stalk went straight up. This year it leans slightly, but is still
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Covid-19 Isn’t Over Yet
I was enjoying the freedom to be out and about. I decided to stop at the thrift store near my home. I carried my mask in case it was required. When I reached the door, I noticed that the masks required sign was gone. However, the clerks and some customers still wore them. The dressing
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Clutter
I remember the day that I stood in my kitchen and thought, I have too much clutter. I wish I could get rid of it all at once. I look back on that moment and recognize that it was a rash wish. It is one that I would never make again. My husband and I
4th of July
It was the first day of July and I was getting ready to host our family Art Club on Zoom that evening. July had snuck up on me and I needed to get organized–fast! I completed a whimsical patriotic picture because our theme for this Art Club meeting was red, white and blue. Then I
Remembering
“I wish they could stay little forever, They grow up so fast,” my friend said as she cradled her baby. I thought of another friend who was caring for a developmentally delayed child day in and day out, year in and year out. She would be grateful to see her child grow up fast. I
Kindness
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can read.” Mark Twain Crissy was a non-verbal three-year-old in a classroom for developmentally delayed children. I was the substitute teacher that day. Crissy always cried when her mother left. And she continued crying throughout the morning. I sat beside her as one