Vanaprastha Weightlifting Club
“Grunt it up, you old lady!” “I’ll show you, you old man!” Welcome to the Vanaprastha Weightlifting Club, membership two hearty, humorous souls. (Thank you to our son Alex for giving us these wonderful t-shirts!) Keith and I are gut-centered types. In terms of the...
Expectations
A Child’s Expectations My parents will be there for me forever. They will always be good parents, everything I want them to be. Santa, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa will bring me the gifts on my wish list, things I marked in the Sear’s Christmas catalog and more. I...
Eve Adam Braid
Genesis 3:6 So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate…” Genesis 3:17 And to the man he said, “Because you have listened to the...
Skunked Again
It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and...
Thanksgiving
Did you ever do Scratch Art in grade school? Here are the three steps: Using different colored crayons fill a piece of drawing paper with shapes and patterns. With a black crayon only, color the entire page again covering all previous colors. Take a pointed object...
Moments and Memoir
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon at WriterHouse in Charlottesville, and I’m the Open Hours volunteer. Since a lively creative nonfiction class meets in the small classroom next to the reception desk, I plop my purse, travel mug with green tea and iPad on...