Not Your Grandma’s Christmas Candy

I have this great memory of handmade Christmas candy so exquisite it had to be stored in special containers in the guest bedroom of my grandmother’s house. (The room wasn’t heated, so the candy kept well.) Fondant pecan logs, date loaf, divinity that...

Thinking About It

When I was ten years old, my little brother was born on November 11th. (Happy Birthday, Kenny.) It was a pretty big deal, of course. But I didn’t understand the significance of the date. I suppose I’d heard of Armistice Day, as it was known back then. I...

The Red Arrow

I am directionally challenged. I’ve mentioned this before,  and I find it quite inconvenient. I really need one of those big red arrows over my head at all times that says, “You Are Here.” I can follow Google Map directions … most of the time....

Trust the Map

It’s hard to miss a mountain. But I did. An entire range of them skirting the edge of a city, in fact. I had never driven in Casper, Wyoming, before except for a short trip to Wal Mart that same morning. But when my daughter-in-law got sick and all the men were...

The Five Finger Rule

Our granddaughter, Elena, explained to me this week about the Five Finger Rule in her school library. I thought at first this was going to be a lesson about stealing, since her school focuses on virtuous living. (and sitting up straight. and not chewing gum or wearing...

Man Practice

I’ve never been a football fan. In fact, I understand very little about the game. But Saturday night I sat for two hours in the rain to watch a fifth-grader on the field. I cheered like a crazy woman when he caught the football. And I was ridiculously happy when...