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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Perhaps it is because St. Patrick's Day is imminent. Perhaps it is because Spring is almost upon us and the little green shoots are starting to push through. Perhaps it is because tax season is here and we're thinking about money.

Whatever the reason, I'm feeling green. The part of my background that is Scotch-Irish has come to the forefront this week.

I recall a student in my high school when I was the principal. She came to school the week of St. Patrick's Day with bright green hair. Before she even sat down in homeroom, her teacher said, "Go to the office."

Saturday, March 9, 2013

In my youth, I was lucky to have a small-town movie theater right down the street from our home. The Saturday matinees were great - especially when there was a western showing.

I loved Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. When they rode their horses and sang "Happy Trails," everything seemed right with the world. Old Gabby Hayes used to say "Howdy, Pardner" to Roy. Even though his character was intended to be the comic relief, the viewer knew that old Gabby would protect Roy's back.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

No, I do not have a son. One of my readers does. She wrote to me and asked if I had any advice for her. I will paraphrase her letter and omit certain names and places to protect her identity.

Dear Dr. Smith:

I don't know if you can help me, but I don't know who else to ask. Please don't reveal anything that might identify me. Life is hard enough for me without that.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

When I was young, I bit my nails. My mother tried everything to get me to stop. She even bought a terrible-tasting liquid that she put on my nails each morning. Even that didn't stop me from chomping on my fingers.

As I aged, my bad habit continued. I must have been the only English teacher in Pennsylvania who chewed on my nails while I corrected essays. Even after I retired, I'm sure I was one of a very few 60-year olds who still had nails that looked like a lawnmower had cut them.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Recently, I received an email from a new bride. She asked me, "Why is marriage so hard? My husband and I love each other, but ever since the wedding, things have gone downhill. Is there anything we can do?" Not knowing the particulars of the "downhill" slide, I thought I'd answer this way……

A wise man once said, "Happy marriages are rare - like blackberries in the snow."

I've never tried to grow blackberries, but I imagine that they don't flourish in the cold weather - just like marriages don't do well when the atmosphere is chilly.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Lately, I have been noticing that my memory isn't what it used to be. I decided to consult the symptom checker on Web MD.

There are many possible reasons for memory loss. One BIG one is old age. Yes, I am getting older. But, I didn't want to blame my almost-73 years for my brain lapses. So, I investigated some other possible culprits.

Seems to me that I have MCI - mild cognitive impairment. Now, that's an ailment that encapsulates my symptoms.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again invited readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are the winners:

1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

2. Ignoranus : A person who's both stupid and an a**hole.

3. Intaxicaton : Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

We were doing some grocery shopping at our neighborhood Winn-Dixie when I saw them. There, on a plant shelf beside some typical greenery, stood the most gorgeous flower I had ever seen.

I picked one up and studied the tag. They were variegated orchids - indigo blue. The tag also told a tale about how delicate they were and how much care it would take to keep one healthy.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

My Mom hated big bridges. She held her breath until the car hit the other side. Sometimes she even took long detours so that she wouldn't have to cross a bridge.

Until the day she died, she always said the same thing when we crossed a bridge - "I hope the engineer that built this got an "A" in school."

Actually, I understand that opinion very well. I feel the same way - not only about bridge engineers, but also doctors and teachers.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Now that we live in Florida and are only 90 minutes from our daughter's home, we get to watch our grandkids play sports.

Kiele (16) plays volleyball and soccer for her high school and also plays on a soccer club team. Conor (10) plays soccer and is also quite the tennis player. Colton (4) will most likely start playing tee-ball this spring.

Going to their games and sitting on hard bleachers brings back memories. When daughter Jennifer was young, I used to sit and watch her do gymnastics, play basketball and softball, and run cross country.