Rock Climbing

By Julie Cosgrove

Sometimes we need another perspective on things. We can get so caught up in the fog our little world that it can obscure our vision of everything else. We can’t see the big picture, the forest for the trees as the saying goes. Like peering through smudged and scratched up glasses, we see things skewed and out of focus. Sometimes, we don’t even realize it. We just get used to viewing things that way.

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The Good Old Days I Never Had

By Jane Thornton

A certain tone invades the voice and laughter of those talking about something naughty. I can hear that particular timbre from across a crowded classroom or through a closed bedroom door. Although a tone cannot be written up in a discipline referral at school, nor does it usually support punishment at home, that lower pitch sets off internal alarms which prompt closer monitoring.

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Thankful For The Gift

By Cami Checketts

The past few months I have battled nausea and exhaustion. The only time I felt good was when I had a bite of food in my mouth, which was a struggle for me as I don’t enjoy overeating and gaining weight. But I’m thankful for the sickness and my inability to accomplish anything because my body is growing a little miracle, and this summer our family will be blessed with a new baby.
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They’re Tearing Down Mother’s House

By Dorothy Ward-Winters

I am deeply saddened.

The city pasted a red sign on the door: This house is in dangerous condition. It is condemned.”

It’s true the electrical system is outdated, but it still worked. The plumbing was eroded and water constantly seeped out of holes in the lines under the yard. But it still worked. Paint is peeling from the wooden siding, but there’s enough left to show the color–green. Entering the house through the back door is tricky–the porch is sinking on one side. But it’s usable. No one lives there now, but I still treasure the house. It’s the only house Mother and Father owned.
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Spring Planting

By Caro Jackson

It is spring and of course for those of us who find our “passion” often lies in the in the physical action of digging in the dirt…our time has come.  We gather our hoes and rakes and shovels with the single intent of putting a fresh face on our outer bounds.  Following the cool refreshing rain of a couple of weeks ago, little bits of green have begun to shine through the dingy color laid down by winter. We march forth with the eagerness of suffragettes on a mission.
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