One Day At A Time
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When I Got Married, Mom Gave Me an Erma Bombeck Library
From Aunt Erma’s Cope Book My mom, Mary, loved Erma Bombeck. She bought her paperbacks and read her newspaper articles, often clipping them out and sending them to me…a young wife and mother. Bombeck’s timeless humor was an encouragement in… Continue reading
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Crystal Clear Moments
Someday when I see perfectly clearly a feeling preserved forever in some connection within my flesh and blood, it’s a “crystal clear moment.” Oh, bring these moments in a parade to me when I am old and my newnesses slow to… Continue reading
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There’s No Honest Retail
Are you a canny glove salesman? Continue reading
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What, Me Worry?
Do you worry excessively? That’s not healthy. Continue reading
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SUNDAY MORNINGS, Picture by Theresa Kocha
What do you do on Sunday morning? Continue reading
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Am I White?
I sent my DNA spit-sample to Ancestry.com and discovered I am: 36% Scandinavian 28% Europe Western 20% Irish 9% Ibero-European-mostly centered in France and Spain 1% Mali 1-2% South Indian 1-2% Caucasus I’m mostly white. That is, if the Western European percentage is… Continue reading
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History’s Little Mysteries
One of the things I love about studying history is the sense of how interpretations are overlapped by time. So often what we think is “truth” is opinion, even when we are looking at “facts”. In my Jewell Johnson Mysteries… Continue reading
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My Mother’s Knobby Knuckles
This is my thought for today. Of course if you don’t agree, that’s fine. Don’t get bent out of shape. Just reply or message me. It is kinda long because I am feeling sad for my jail students who nearly… Continue reading
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Love Your Brother, Sister, Neighbor
Did you ever sit down and just write down the names of your friends and acquaintances? Do that, and then think of something good about them: maybe they are a good cook, a ‘fun’ partner, a confidant, have nice hair,… Continue reading
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A New Job!
So I wonder, is working a few hours a week on top of my already busy days foolish? Still it looks so fun; well I don’t know, fun? Continue reading
Up North 