Finding The Fun In Dysfunctional

By Barbara Glass~ Years ago, my youngest son returned home from school and announced, “Our family is dysfunctional!” I burst out laughing. At 12 years of age, Joe was discovering all kinds of new words and concepts at school. “I suppose we are dysfunctional,” I said. “But, Joe — all families

Like Clouds Passing Overhead —It’s All About Time

By Barbara Glass ~ Watching puffy white clouds float overhead on a lovely warm day makes one conscious of the here-to-there. The clouds pass lightly with the breeze, changing shape as they fly. Time is here and now, now and then, there and gone. Am I passing time or losing time? Am I in time,

Women Taking the Lead

By Barbara Glass ~ International Women’s Day has always been a celebration of “becoming” for women everywhere. The advances made by women in the past century are staggering and should be applauded. It’s not just because we give birth (although that deserves applause, in and of itself), but for

Oh, To Be Vexed!

By Barbara Glass ~  My book group’s first selection of 2020 was Jane Austen’s “Persuasion”. Though I expected this book to be as boring as I had found Jane Austen to be in ninth grade, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I was hooked after the fifth chapter and couldn’t put

The Art of Starting Over

By Barbara Glass ~ When I think about “starting over,” I consider my Scotch-Irish ancestors who sailed to America and later migrated west, leaving family behind forever. They carried personal possessions with them — along with whatever they needed to survive, like a gun and an axe. There were

Sharing Time and Recalling Memories of Kay

By Barbara Glass~ The soft breeze of an early fall evening blew over us. Sunlight slowly faded over the distant tree line. About 25 hummingbirds hovered around a nearby sugar-water feeder. Eight of us — all women — sat there, watching the birds. We sipped wine as we listened to our host, Pam, tell

On The Road Again

By Barbara Glass~ I was born into a family of drivers. My mother drove farm implements from the time she was 13 years old, and my father can’t remember a time when he wasn’t behind the wheel. Mom had a “lead foot”; Dad’s was lighter, but not by much. My childhood included road trips galore:

Things Learned About Life in the Garden

By Barbara Glass Until reaching adulthood, I thought red geraniums were the only flower ever planted. That’s all my mother ever bought and all I knew. Imagine my surprise when I visited the plant nursery for the first time! Geraniums come in pinks and white, and there are so many other choices! ■

Singing Out Loud—a book from Marilee Eaves

Book review by Barbara Glass  ~  Mardi Gras is an annual pre-Lenten event celebrated in many places on “Fat Tuesday”, but no city defines it like New Orleans. With hundreds of years of French cultural underpinning, Mardi Gras is the raison d’etre of New Orleans society, a fusion of Christianity

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