Fifth Fridays bring angst

Many, many years ago I learned the little mnemonic: “Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have 31, save February alone. To which we 28 assign, ’til Leap Year gives it 29.” With that, I have been able to keep up with the passing of time, and it has...

Butterflies make late entrance this summer

Last week, I got very excited.  I saw a butterfly!  Normally, in July, it would be a ho-hum event, but things are different this year. When the blackberry lilies bloom, as they are now, I usually have to wend my way through a cloud of tiger swallowtails to get down the path to...

The sound of fireworks not music to my ears

I realized long ago that I am missing a few of the usual girl genes. I really don’t miss the shopping gene or the pedicure gene or the spa gene or the gym gene. I hate shopping and only do it when absolutely necessary, and usually in stores small enough for me to see the front...

Study justifies doodling habit

I wish Catherine Lee could have seen last week’s CBS-TV show, Sunday Morning. It may have helped my case way back in high school. Miss Lee taught science at Wake Forest High School in the 1940s and ’50s. She was what was then called “a spinster,” and she rented a room in a...