'Tis the season to be jolly
We are now in the midst of the Christmas season. In this, yet another pandemic Christmas, I am reminded of Charles Dickens’ fateful words from “A Christmas Carol.”
This is a little hard to write. Admitting that you may have been wrong is never easy, especially for one as opinionated as myself. Once you put things in perspective, however, the truth of the matter becomes obvious.
Last weekend was perfect. The sun was shining, birds were singing and there was a nip in the air. It was a time for gathering, and the perfect place to be was the River Clay Fine Arts Festival held on the lawn of Decatur City Hall.
Motherhood is the world’s oldest profession. It’s no wonder that when mothers hear the word “labor” that they immediately think of giving birth. And birthing babies is definitely labor and, in no way, resembles a holiday that includes a picnic or a cookout.
Decisions aren’t easy and should never be taken lightly. Maybe it’s the age or the stage, but I often spend hours on end trying to make such mundane decisions as what to have for dinner or what to wear to work. I don’t come by that honestly. My parents are creatures of habit. Every Friday we…
Kindergarten was the most wonderful time of my life. First grade — not so much. I was placed in Mrs. Bailey’s room. She didn’t like me much. As a matter of fact, she called me “Stormy” because she said it was far more fitting than Wendy.
As a former teacher, this time of year sends chills down my spine. I love walking through aisles and aisles of back-to-school items and purchasing more than a pen or two along with a notebook just because I can’t seem to help myself. The best years of my life were spent in the basement of th…