By Janet Morris Grimes –
Church has always been a huge part of my life. As a young child, I remember the smell of the hymnals as I sat next to my Granny, watching her hold the book close and sing as if she and God were the only ones in the room. I drew imaginary pictures on the back of her thin hands. I loved the rattling of the pages of the Bible that sounded like rain as everyone followed wherever the preacher was taking them. Even back then, though I sometimes found it boring, there was no place that I would rather be.
Her name was Zelda. At least, I imagine her as a Zelda. Her voice sounded like one. She politely told the driver and his passengers what turn to take next, and how long until the next set of direction—even the estimated time of arrival.
I’ve had the symptoms for a few weeks now. Long strolls through the garden department at my local discount store, spending more time looking at seed catalogs than my favorite decorating magazine, Googling vegetable names to learn new planting techniques. Yes, I’ve got spring fever.
By Jodi Whisenhunt –
I say to my teenager: “Work on your biology project.”
He hears: “Muwha muwha muwha muwha muwha.” The lingo of Charlie Brown’s teacher.
If we were honest when someone greets us with, “Hi. How are you doing?” we wouldn’t answer with the traditional, “Fine. You?” We’d say, “Overwhelmed. Totally. My to-do list has me by the throat and is squeezing the breath out of me.”