The Pause Button

Excuse me, but does anyone know where the pause button is for life? There should be one. Sort of a TiVo option for daily existence. I would use it to keep the grandchildren from growing two feet while I’m buried under insurance papers at work. That way I could...

Becoming a Lady

Years ago, I had an Aunt Anice. She wore a silver fur stole, carried Chicklet gum in her bag, and arrived in our tiny town once a month from Kansas City… by bus! She wasn’t actually a blood relative. In those days, we children referred to all the older...