Being married to an artist makes life . . . what shall I say? . . . Colorful. Splashes of paint are frequently found in places other than his canvas – places like the floor, door frames where the artist walked through with orange paint on his brush, and even the refrigerator door handle. I’m…
I like old things. Old things like my blue bathrobe, my fuzzy green throw, my mama’s recipes for pecan pie and pound cake, family photographs, old friends, my eight-pound iron skillet, my cuddle chair, my favorite thimble, my china teacup, hymns, and some of my favorite books – need I go on? These old…
We’ve barely heard the last Fourth of July firecracker before the stores are putting out plastic pumpkins and Halloween costumes and lining the aisles with Christmas tinsel and silk greenery. I have to fight the urge to stand at the Customer Service desk, and in a paint-peeling scream yell, “What in the name of these…