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.
Cards for a cause
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.
What’s eating you?
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…
In a recent conversation with co-workers, one said that they wished they were old enough to retire, while another commiserated about her lost youth. I began to think about age and decided, with all certainty, that I would give anything to be 4 years old again.
Firecracker, firecracker ... boom, boom, boom
Happy 4th of July
This week I turned 60. To say that it hurt would be an understatement. I have long been depressed over the noticeable aging and obvious physical expansion taking me over like a body snatcher and I knew I had two ways to go.
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