by Carole Duff | Apr 1, 2013 | Family, Writing and Reading |
“Why Do Fools Fall in Love” – the song asked those who do. “What Kind of Fool Am I” – posed the question for one who did not. What kind of fool am I who falls in love with the perfect family myth? Baby Boomers like me grew up watching Leave it the Beaver, Father Knows...
by Carole Duff | Mar 18, 2013 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family |
Early yesterday morning, I woke thinking about Mary and Martha, a topic about which I had written previously. Why this subject again, I wondered, as I busied myself making breakfast and doing dishes, gathering the trash for drop-off after church, showering and drying...
by Carole Duff | Feb 26, 2013 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Writing and Reading |
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. -From Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto 27 “Would you like to dance?” I asked the nattily dressed...
by Carole Duff | Feb 18, 2013 | Faith |
As a child, sometimes I wished that God would send me a lifetime of suffering all at once, a few seconds of horrible pain, and then I’d be happy for the rest of my life. That amount of pain would probably have killed me. And had I survived, I probably would not have...
by Carole Duff | Feb 11, 2013 | Family, Writing and Reading |
1991, carpooling 2 bunheads to after school ballet class: “Hey Jessica, did the self-esteem guy come to your class today?” “Yeah, Vanessa, it was SO funny! The guy picked Kelly to sit on a chair and told her to sit or stand depending on how she felt, then he said you...
by Carole Duff | Feb 4, 2013 | Family, Nature |
The only time I spent alone with him, my grandfather talked about cows’ udders. “You got to take care of cows,” Grampy told me, sitting in his worn rocking chair in Grammy’s kitchen, slurping his usual milk-and-sugared-tea, rubbing his wooden leg, a phantom of one...
