Ever find you can’t see something when it’s right there in front of you? Oh, yeah! “Giselle, have you seen the fat permanent marker?” My daughter shook her head “no”. “I’m gonna do something really smart. Label the shampoo and conditioner bottles with a big “S” and “C”. I hate it when I grab the… Continue reading Can you see? Really see?
And the legend of the pool-shark lives on, you could say! My husband, Guy and I attended a BBQ last Saturday when we noticed small bean bags being thrown across the lawn. Guy was asked by his sister if he was going to play the bean-bag toss game. Sort of like lawn darts but apparently… Continue reading The Pool Shark
Tendonitis prevented me from serving at the homeless shelter today. So, let me share a tale from last summer. A sad-looking, older woman named Valerie sat alone at a table. When I smiled at her, she smiled back instantly and beckoned me to come over. She then asked if I had a bag to… Continue reading Apples and Toothless Smiles
Short, sweet and poignant- check out a friend’s blog post! Rosemary Carlson, Writer “Betty,” the man said. “The soil in this garden is as dry as dust.” Betty replied, “Our vegetables are still growing pretty well, Curtis.” “They won’t keep growing like this unless we get some rain or we start irrigating. Irrigating this garden… Continue reading The Gardener
“Tell him to stay out of church. If he has a strong urge to go to confession or mass, it’ll have to wait until he’s back home in Canada.” My friend was asking what she should do as her son was in France right now. In the news was reported a French priest had been… Continue reading Good Vs. Evil
I admit it. When I’m overtired, I want be alone in the garden. I’ve pretended not to notice Rocco, my elderly Italian neighbour nearby when I’m busy weeding. He gave me several hydrangea plants two summers ago. Now, when he passes by my yard, I often hear,”Acqua! Acqua!” In other words, water the darn plant!!… Continue reading Hiding in the Hydrangeas
What? He didn’t hit me hard enough the first time? He has to try again? The yellow taxicab seemed to chase me the rest of the way home. I was frightened and my left leg hurt. The cab hadn’t hit me hard but it hit me hard enough, believe me! Why wouldn’t the cab… Continue reading Cab Chases and Kraft Caramels