Some days, the days at home with the kids grow long. I turn to Facebook for mental stimulation and personal connection. A woman posted a series of photos in support of babywearing: the art of holding a child hands-free by a type of sling or carrier. Around the world
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch At the Bookworm Literacy booth during Love Hughson, my 8-year-old, at my strong encouraging, selected “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Anderson. One character, the Finn Woman tells her reindeer, “I can give her no greater power than she has already,”
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch He is six. He is the spitting image of his paternal uncle as a child. I suspect he regularly experiences nuclear explosions in his blood for the amount of energy he gives off. The boy bounces, runs, climbs, and speaks at an
We don’t have to know our neighbors. We don’t need to know about the little community events. Our children will survive if they never see a Ferris Wheel in real life. We can know nothing about the cultural roots of the person next door.
Some lighter fare today while California is drenched in the pineapple express…my lawn overfloweth… Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle & Denair Dispatch I do not know if I can look at spring-cleaning the same after reading “Farmer Boy” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. “Well, now that’s off our hands, we’ll
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. College made finding community easy. I lived with people. They socialized with people. I socialized with people. College was a social atmosphere. After one year, I found my group and the places I liked to go. Working made finding community not too difficult.
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch Berkeley, Charlottesville, North Korea, Mexico, Florida, Texas, Montana, Oregon, ISIS, health insurance, climate, UN, opioid epidemic, university protests…the list goes on and on of areas in our country, in our world, in our newsfeed in crisis. Two days ago I sat with my
As a 16-year old girl watching Felicity and 10 Things I Hate About You, there was nothing that drew me to the Young Ladies’ Institute (YLI), a large, active women’s organization at our local Catholic Church. My mother was greatly involved. With all the jokes about how young the ladies
Black Friday. That ominous day for some, a thrilling adventure for others. Every Thanksgiving we made the eternal long drive to my aunt’s house in Redding. In reality the drive took three hours. We spent several days there. Thanksgiving was spent cooking, sitting around, eating, watching professional and college football.