All The Home Forum
Uncle Dale knew what I neededIt was during a time of transition that our car needed an oil change, and my Uncle Dale offered a hand.
Doing for others what I don鈥檛 do for myselfMy young friend needed help with her garden. I can鈥檛 work my smartphone or my computer, but suddenly I was no longer a fogey, but an authentic Elder.
How my sister and I made dirt funnyWhat is the charm of the average mud puddle to youngsters? It鈥檚 only dirt and water.聽Is it the sound of the splash?
My American dream is greenIn a cycle of homegrown food 鈥� seeding, growing, tending, harvesting 鈥� I came to understand a different version of the American dream.
How the object of my search found me insteadI had to have one, just one, of my very own, found on my own. Beach time for me became Petoskey time, no exceptions.
Mastering the language of my second homeVocabulary and cadences, phrasings and simple expressions shifted from canton to canton, even valley to valley.聽
I keep on the sunny side of sidingI maintain that willful avoidance of difficult subjects is a successful emotional strategy, and I鈥檓 good at it.
My kingdom for an egg creamI have limited myself to one egg cream per week, and how I long for Friday evening when I whip up heaven鈥檚 own soda.
A lifelong gift from the grand shamanThe Grand Shaman always wanted to know what we had observed in the woods that week. It was time for nature reports.
A little toy car鈥檚 cycle of happinessMy grown-up grandchildren's new toys consist of electronics. So I decided to pass along the little red-and-yellow toy car聽to someone else鈥檚 driveway.
Why my mother counted only her 鈥榖eauties鈥�My mom's approach at scoring golf makes me wonder if I can become more optimistic simply by acting that way.
In which I discover that coleslaw is not so simpleHow hard could the recipe be, right? Five ingredients, the most obvious of which is cabbage.
On the road, I follow a paper trailBut to my 13-year-old companion, such maps are like rotary phones.
Our animal problem comes home to roostThe trouble began when I decided we needed a few more chickens for our backyard flock.
What a 9-year-old saw in Teddy RooseveltHis success crystallized my aspirations. If I could only be like Teddy, how sweet life would be.
I was 3 for 10Mrs. Lane knew I needed help, and she found a way to help me.
The day I heard poetry callIn Mr. Katz鈥檚 class, the mundanities of junior high yielded to a 鈥榤ud-lucious鈥� world.
A driver鈥檚 educationI was late for my teaching assignment when a dicey shortcut presented itself.
We are observedWe saw their comings and goings. Then we found where they went.- What鈥檚 in a name? For flowers, plenty.There鈥檚 the garden name, several local ones, and the long latinate moniker.
