He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
My mother's closet was as fastidious as she - blazers on one side, slacks on the other, and on the shelf, rows of purses and hats (floppy Florida hats, the pinker, the better.) Most everything carried a designer label. After mom's memorial service, the women of the family had eyes for her closet. I was... Continue Reading →
I knew what she was going to say. I had sniffled through our conversation. Now Barclay, have you taken your vitamin C? You really must do that if you want to prevent these colds of yours." Truth is, I loved that my mom cared about my stuffy nose. Never mind that other sentences that began with... Continue Reading →
Bored at a building meeting, we'd whisper an ever important question to one another, If you could only have ONE make-up component, what would it be? Heather always opted for her beloved eyelash curler -which to this day perplexes me. Camille went for foundation. Mascara was Barb's favorite. For me the answer was of course lipstick. My... Continue Reading →
Mr. Thayer's lecture was veering from the Revolutionary War to incidentals from his childhood. The hands on the wall clock refused to move. I was being held captive in 5th grade history, the last period of the day. The only positive was the window. I scanned the parking lot for our station wagon. Today my... Continue Reading →
My mother was fond of saying, "That Betty (or Sally or Suzy) is SO attractive." That meant Betty was pretty and thin. Most of all it meant she was pretty and it left me wondering (short, tubby me with pigtails), Was I attractive? Mom had a habit of giving you a once-over and commenting on weight,... Continue Reading →
Shadows and Shelters 