My mother says vanity is the worst sin. Her mother always told her that, so it must be true. And she likes to remind me of this terrible sin periodically, probably because she knows I’m vain. But guess what? It doesn’t bother me because I don’t agree. I know plenty of sins…
I read somewhere that family get-togethers are all about making memories. Seems like get-togethers should be about enjoying family, with memories just a bonus. But I guess that’s the way we are … always racing around, trying to get to the future so we can look back on the past…
Not that I’m crying. I haven’t yet and I may never. Or I might. It depends on what happens and how I feel about it. Or just plain how I feel. The point is, this is my cancer experience and I should be allowed to get through it the way…
You probably think I came up with that title just to get your attention. Well, I did, but getting naked really is the topic of this blog. I had the good fortune to be invited to the Island of Kaua’i by my cousin, who has been there six or seven…
I have all of my Great Aunt Louise’s diaries, which she began back in 1926 when she was just 27 years old, and I have found myself so touched by her writing that it’s difficult to speak of it or even to read the passages aloud to myself without my…
It seems that no matter how old we get to be, we are never too old to be taught a lesson by our parents. At the top of my mother’s list is the art of thriftiness. Hardly a visit goes by without a small lesson in this art. I’ve tried…
Stephie Smith never dreamed of becoming a writer until a series of her humorous essays about family were published behind her back. Unlike most things done behind her back, this one she actually liked.
And now she writes.
