Pam Severns is one of my dearest friends, and one of my favorite “Grandma” role models. Maybe one of these days I can get Pam to write about the time she flew her two granddaughters
“Cut my hair,” she says, with that all-purpose, pleading tone, the one she uses for popsicles and new shoes and just one more game of cards.
I don’t want to cut her hair. She’s twelve … almost thirteen, and that means she
We missed the Evergreen State Fair this year. I don’t know how that happens. I am always so determined that we’re going to go, but sometimes August slips into September and our chance disappears along with it. There’s always the Puyallup,
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks ago. She's eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I'm working and giving me an impressively firm shoulder rub. She likes to bring me coffee when I haven't asked for it, and drop handfuls of Skittles or sour Starburst on my desk whenever she's in possession of a bag ...
I was seven that summer morning between first and second grade when I had my first taste of wooing. Danny was a quiet classmate, someone I’d smiled at once or twice and shared my reading book with on a half-dozen occasions when he couldn’t
I wish this story involved two cats because I’d love an excuse to title this, “A Tail of Two Kitties,” but it’s not to be. There’s only one kitty involved in this little tale. Character two is a goat. Now that I think