The Cherry Tree—a Mystery Tale
Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there lived a man and his wife. They lived together in a city townhouse large enough for a family. In the small, fenced-in backyard covered by a deck grew a cherry tree. Every April, the tree produced a profusion of beautiful,...
Ch-ch-changes
“Cut it,” I said to my hairdresser last Wednesday, “I’m done.” I pulled at my tresses, which flew this way and that. “I can’t stand my hair, blowing around and falling into my eyes.” “All right,” my hairdresser said with undisguised zeal. She grabbed a styling...
Taming the shrew
Springtime brings flowers and critters back to Vanaprastha. Keith and I are seeing creeping phlox, bluebells and fothergilla, skinks, tiger swallowtails and hummingbirds. But no shrews except Katherina, the Shrew in Shakespeare’s so-named play, which Keith and I...
A little Kumbaya
In last week’s post, I wrote, “We are all in this together.” Sunday. Trying to get home, to work, to somewhere other than where we are, Grand Rapids. Then Monday. No one sang Kumbaya. I stood in line at the airline check-in counter for an hour, checked my bag,...
We are all in this together
Yesterday morning at 9 am, I checked out of the Grand Rapids Comfort Inn and boarded their airport shuttle. American Airlines’ alerts sent to my phone had indicated my 11 am flight was “on time.” While the driver navigated the slush and ice-covered streets with...