Dear February, We’re Finished
Dear February, We’d like to skip right past you, please. Why are you even on our new calendars? All you do is drag us into the past. Last Christmas’s credit card bills linger. Last year’s tax statements arrive. Last month’s New Year’s resolutions break. To be honest, we do a little bit, too. You’re a
Clash of the Titans: The Day a Kid from Ohio Became a Hero
Today, my friend Marcia Livingston Kuyper offers an extraordinary glimpse into an event that forever altered her family – and almost forever altered our country. Don’t miss her maiden name. It’s the name of an American hero. The time stamp is Sept. 18, 1980. The scene is Titan II Missile Complex 374-7 in rural Arkansas.
Tap Tap Tap. Anyone Out There Listening?
The day I discovered “listen” was an anagram of “silent,” my grammar nerd flag officially flew. That was until last week when I learned that both silent and listen, when rearranged, spell “lets in.” I’m going to need that flag in size Texas, please. Silent. Listen. Lets in. It usually happens in that order, doesn’t
I Hated Every Girl in Grade School
Growing up, I hated every girl who could skip. I sat inside at recess, watching all the skippers. No matter how hard I tried or cried, I just could … n’t. get the steps and … rhy-thm … right. I felt so uncoordinated. So clumsy. My older sister tried to teach me, but my two
How a Girl Who Couldn’t Walk Taught Me To Run
I didn’t love much about my maiden name of Huth. Americanized from the guttural, German “Hütt,” it was mispronounced in classroom roll calls and corporate phone calls. But it did give me the best nickname in the history of softball. Babe Huth. I know. It almost makes me sorry for every other player who has
Laurie Davies
