Sometimes I want to seal time up in a jar, but there’s no way to catch it. When I want to rush it through difficult times, it becomes stagnant and elusive at the same time.

It was time to restock paper supplies so I was pushing my cart toward the paper towels, but it was the bloom on the box that captured my attention and blotted paper towels from my attention.

It was one of those thin slices of my childhood that seems to hold a permanent piece of my memories. My family and I were visiting my great grandmother Bounds

The weekend brought another glitch in our push-button electronics. I pressed the garage door button to close behind me and the overhead box with the brains went crazy.

It blesses my heart to hear our grandchildren pray. Major, age four, chooses to sing his prayer before meal time – “God, our Fahhh-der, God, our Fahhh-der; we tank You, we tank You . . .”

“The berries closest to the fence are the sweetest.” That was the tip that my young friend gave me before we left to pick blueberries at her grandmother’s.

A list of lessons learned only at the beach.

The Playhouse None of my research identified the author of the old adage “Silence is golden,” but I heartily agreed with the anonymous thinker.

The last days of summer are not only stealing away all the flower gardens; they’re sending students off to college in pursuit of higher education.