Comparing

In high school, Louise always got the highest math scores.  I believed she was a wiz-kid!  One day, she approached me, practically in tears, asking for my help with presenting her oral book report.  I had already presented mine and had earned an A+.  She was so worried that she would fall flat on her … Continue reading Comparing

My Way Home

Back home...in my little serenity corner.  Even when “life” happens and takes precedence over my quiet time, I always find my way back to my refuge, my sanctuary.  Here, my soul is at rest and feels at peace.   When I was a younger woman raising children, I’d complain to my husband that I resented my need for … Continue reading My Way Home

Bartlett Hill

I remember my walk home from high school one particular spring day during my Freshman year.  Thoughts entered my mind, from where I don’t know, but I remember them still.  As I was huffing and puffing up the steep Bartlett Hill, I made a decision, not realizing how important this would be to the very fabric of … Continue reading Bartlett Hill

Less is More

With my nephew purchasing his first home, I find myself evaluating my household possessions, deciding which to keep and which to pass on to him.  Do I really need this?  I repeatedly ask myself.  Could he make better use of this?? Each item I touch evokes memories from the past, some more fond than others.  A friend recently reminded … Continue reading Less is More

Uninvited Visitors

I’m standing about ten feet from our home’s entry, in a discussion with my mother, when the outside door flies open and in walks a man yelling, “Linda? Hey Linda I’m here!”  My mother and I stare at him, slack-jawed in a deer-caught-in-headlights daze.  Finally, I rescue my voice from the shock, and think to ask him … Continue reading Uninvited Visitors

The Ungifted Gift

My friend showed me her life-like baby boy doll that she has treasured for years.  At the time, she was enjoying the process of looking for a new outfit for him.  Her joy was infectious.  So much so that it remained with me while I was running errands the next day and happened upon some little booties.  Without hesitation, … Continue reading The Ungifted Gift