In the 1980’s big hair and black velvet blazers were the fashion. One Sunday after church Husband spots Wife across the room in animated conversation. Unobtrusively he approaches from behind and begins massaging velvety shoulders. She suddenly whirls around; he suddenly realizes wrong woman! Anyway, that’s the story my husband told me later, sheepishly adding, “Duped by same hair, same...
As a teen refugee, my mother was evacuated to West Germany after the war. She had lost her home, her family, and her possessions. Here she tells about small blessings in the refugee camp: Arriving at camp, we all looked terrible, crusted over from traveling with no opportunities to wash. Mothers struggled to clean children and comb tangles out of...
Broken, what do you do with shattered shards of clay, How do you find your way among the ruins of your life, How do you survive, broken? Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing pottery to bring beauty to brokenness. Instead of disguising damage, these artists use gold, silver, or platinum lacquer to highlight the “scars,” transforming broken vases and...
When my mother immigrated in 1955, she picked up English from the radio and taught herself to read from the newspaper. However, as any foreign language speaker knows, bloopers are inevitable. One day as a new bride, mother bravely ventured to JC Penney to buy her husband a belt, in German known as “Guertel.” Figuring the English word might resemble...
One day I went for a walk in my neighborhood and came upon a young starling caught in blueberry netting, his feet so entangled they secured him to a twig. Because he couldn’t move, I was able to hold him, quivering, as I carefully unraveled the binding strands. Once freed, I held him for a magical moment before lifting the...
Ah, the frustrations of travel. My hubby does not function well without a full night’s sleep. When traveling he pins together errant hotel curtains, wears an eye mask, and scrunches a towel against the door jam to block noise. Traveling without me, Hubby flew to Boston and reserved a hotel to ensure a good night’s rest before tackling the drive...
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