I was five or six years old when my big brother set the kitchen on fire. At least, that’s how it looked to me. Terry was babysitting my little brother, Scott, and me when he decided to make popcorn. Now, in those long-ago days before microwaves, popcorn wasn’t an everyday snack; it was a treat. …
My dryer gave up the ghost last week. What’s more, the washer wasn’t so much running as painfully limping along. My husband, a wonderful Mr. Fix-It who had already repaired both machines on several occasions, decided, “It’s time to get new ones.” Now I’ve heard that there are people in this world who enjoy shopping …
Today is Mike’s big day—the day he’s looked forward to all his life. Today his dad is turning the family’s balloon ride business over to him. And Mike’s ready. He’s worked in the company all his life, starting with picking up after the tourists as a kid. He majored in business at college. He …
I’m a rotten gardener. I mean, a truly rotten gardener. The only plants I can keep alive are those so-called air plants, and I only have about a 50-50 chance with them. But I do know a thing or two about plants (on a purely intellectual level, mind you). For example, I know that a …