Constance Clay
Humanity can make you lose heart these days, which is why I prize a 3” x 2.5” swatch of pink fabric given to me by a man I’ve never seen. When my decades-old sewing machine broke down last summer, replacing it was low priority because I’m no seamstress and really only used it for … Continue reading The Good, the Bad and the Pink
This Sunday is Mother's Day, a perennially difficult day for those who have lost mothers, mothers who have lost children or women who wish they were mothers. I've spent time in all three categories. For those formerly untouched by tragedy, this year's celebration might bring new sadness in dealing with the restrictions, lockdowns, illnesses and … Continue reading A Place for Mom
And I thought I might not have something to write about this week. In an April 15 Associated Press article, Mike Stobbe reported, "The U.S. tally of coronavirus cases and deaths could soon jump because federal health officials will now count illnesses that are not confirmed by lab testing. The Centers for Disease Control and … Continue reading Thus Always to Tyrants
