and other tenacious things
I credit my Dad with teaching me to travel confidently. To read maps and a compass. To drive safely on interstates. To haul trailers. To change a tire and the engine oil. To pay attention to landmarks and passersby. To navigate my world. I credit my Mom with teaching me to travel wisely with small... Continue Reading →
Don’t cry over spilled milk. No use being upset about something that has happened and you cannot change. Although the origins of the phrase are up to debate, the ubiquitous use of its sentiment has set stiff upper lips generation upon generation. The literal sentiment is not shared, however, with at least two groups of... Continue Reading →
One sound wakes me with dread. Fear, sure…loud bumps in the night, lingering childhood nightmares, or cracks of thunder vibrating the windows. Disgust, yes...a wet bed or the sound of a retching child. But dread is different. It implies foreboding. Most children remember this sound differently; it’s such a funny thing to bark like a... Continue Reading →
Honeysuckle Roots 