Window Over The Sink

Because it's already Saturday morning and this page is still completely empty, I'm going to do what I did on another blog earlier this week--make a list. On that one, I listed some days in my life. On another one I dug up, I asked other writers what their favorite writing tools were. I've listed favorite books, favorite songs, and favorite movies. Since memory is such an issue for me--what was your name again?--today I'm listing memories that are still sharp in my mind. They

by Donna Cronk I’m not talking about a holiday table where everyone talks at once, anticipating the turkey and dressing. The family members filling my dining room table of late came from afar: from not only the previous century but the one before that.  They were around when horses and buggies were the only local public transportation. They butchered their own meat, raised their own chickens, and the ladies wore long-sleeved floor-length dresses daily as they canned food and

I remember jumping up and down as Daddy tried to put my coat on over my Little Lulu pajamas. I grabbed my Mrs. Beasley doll and ran to...

When I was a kid, I loved having dollar bills. Well, I loved having money at all, but I felt much richer with five ones than with a five....