A well-placed mirror makes a room look bigger. A thrifted mirror in good condition is even better. A thrifted pedestal table can be cut down to make a wonderful coffee table. If Grandpa doesn’t live at your house, I don’t know what to tell you. New wheels, bronzed …
Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want to know if it hurts. He says . . . …
She came today for a tiny, magical visit. A wisp of a thing who darted so fast that I could barely catch a glimpse of her. I could hear her more than I could see her. She filled the house with sunshine and the sounds made by little, rapidly-fluttering fairy wings. ~ The first thing …
A BOOK Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul ! ~ My …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
journal entry: How about more? I asked George what he was doing? He asked me why I couldn’t tell. I admitted that I hadn’t been looking closely enough. Then I made amends by saying that “George is a robber ! “ Look very carefully. What do you see? What …
journal entry: Mixed media and collage art have long appealed to me. Most of the examples I see on the Internet and other places are on the artistic side rather than designed to be personal. I have chosen the path of the personal by creating familiar, personal, meaningful and symbolic combinations. I will use …
journal entry: How many memories can you pack in a suitcase? Can memories fit in your pocket? Can they get dusty on a shelf? Can they be pressed between the pages of a book? When you say “oh, I’ll remember” . . . do you? “My memory …
journal entry: Most of us remember childhood fun with our cousins. Some memories are brighter than others and some are better embellished or forgotten. They are generally memories of parties with family, big and small, birthday cakes, games, running, sleeping out and playing in water. Adults rarely joined in but sat in summer …
journal entry: I have long had a favorite poem. It is titled Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark. In its three verses is found a precious reminder. That reminder is to be thankful for everything, learn to enjoy simple things and see the spiritual in whatever comes. Watching my family harvesting potatoes …
