Tag: character
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Different Is Worth A Second Look
When I was a kid, toys didn’t talk (except Chatty Cathy, and she was just weird), light up (unless you were playing with your folks’ flashlight), or move (without help from me). We were in a world of our creation. Imagination drove play. Any noise came from make-believe. Screaming pirates where we’d attack each other…
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A Picture Is Worth At Least Fifteen Words
Fifteen framed black and white pictures. All the grands. And an almost granddog. The kids made me cry on Christmas–always a goal. If Mom sobs, the gift was a hit. We have no pictures of all the grands anywhere in the house. The ones we had were outdated–the older ones were underwhelmed by their youth;…
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The Revolving Door Of Family
You can tell who’s around the house by what clutter is on the floor. There’s always something. Last week, we had soccer cleats, dirty socks, books and whatever paraphernalia it takes to play Fortnight. My oldest daughter and her family of eight were camping at our place while their home was being repaired. The fumes…
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Ashes and Dust
It’s hard to imagine someone’s life reduced to a box the size of a loaf of bread. Mom made her wishes known–she wanted to be cremated. It’s what she’d chosen to do with Dad, and it made more sense to her than buying a plot. This isn’t an argument I will pursue. Some believe a…
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Live And Let Dye
Tie-dyed shirts have been around forever. Interest in making and wearing them cycles through generations like a reliable friend. Creativity comes in how and where you bunch the shirt and the color palette chosen. There’s a little bit of hippy in all of us. Isley, at seven, made a shirt with her bestie, Talia. Their…
Tip of My Iceberg 