Write Around The Corner

The Threads of Our Life

By: Barbara Glass As a student of history, I marvel at the paths that lead from “back then” to “now.” What choices did they make that led to me? Surely there were historical influences, not to mention genetics and random actions. One of my great-great grandmothers, for example, grew up in Vermont and married a

Notes on Texas

By Barbara Glass ~ I wasn’t born in Texas, but I moved here as fast as I could. Now having lived here for more than 20 years, it has been fascinating to learn fun facts about my adopted state. Some are surprising but consistent with Texas’s history of fierce independence and self-reliance. I grew up

What Is True

By Barbara Glass~  Here is a tree. It is straight and tall. It blooms in the spring and bears lovely gold leaves in the fall. It has a name. I enjoy its shade and its graceful sway when the wind blows. It’s real it’s solid — and it’s true. In this foggy time of COVID

Life Is a Series of Stages

By Barbara Glass~ As we reflect on certain periods of our lives, we tend to sort and label experiences. For example, “I thought that was an attractive hairstyle at age twelve!” Or, “I went through a Goth stage in high school when all I wore was black,” and, “during those years, everyone I knew smoked

Bygone Days of the TV Repairman

By Barbara Glass~ Before the era of internet streaming services, there lived the TV Repairman. He made house calls like the family doctor, armed with a valise full of tools to fix the television set. If ever he could not revive the “patient” in the home, there was always room for a broken TV in

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 are dysfunctional!” One way or

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,

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

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 few, if any, settlements where they

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 us

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