At the library in town. My computer is suddenly jazzy. Weaves in and out of google, email, photos, Facebook, and websites with ease, gliding like it’s in a long, flowing dress. Everything in the high-tech world sways like couples of the Big Band Era. I want to applaud it when I’m there! The library is packed with people at the computer lab. They are after fast with little or no frustration. It’s about gigabits! Speed! The more gigabits, the faster it works. Nothing to do with

If I believe in behaviors, which I surely do, I have a big case of this mama-thing. Even with people who are not related to me! Surely I’m not the only one who does these things. Just take yesterday, for example. My niece, who had a little stress in a new job, came to the hills to get revived. She was on the verge of a cold. Of course I said, “Come. Get rested. Get revived.” After she arrived, she told us her realization. “The mountains calm me.” I tried to take that fact int

In 1958, I was a fourteen-year-old girl in North Little Rock. As I think about that city, it seems like every day was hot. I know that can’t be true. I recall the downtown traffic, one car always smashed up against another. (I had no idea at the time that I had a depth perception issue!) I walked along watching sky, trees, houses, and people. Like me, the people touched Coca Colas, books, bus tokens, dimes, the bus, benches. No one thought much about germs. Let me rephrase th

My eyes. They hurt. They need rest from reading and writing. I’ve been trying to meet deadlines. Self-imposed, of course! Two days ago, my hairdresser told me about a new recipe she’d found on Pinterest. She raved about it, so I wrote the ingredients down while I was in her shop. She is a gift in many ways. When serving them, it looks like it must have taken hours to prepare, but it doesn’t. So easy. You'll need: Rhodes Cinnamon Rolls, frozen, 12 rolls (They come in a bag th