Except for that time when she told on me for saying “Mr. Fart”, and a few times with certain Junior High friends who wanted NOTHING to do with me and she went along with it, and, justifiably, during confusing times setting boundaries as adults, my sister loved me. She championed me. She did insist that I […]
I have a thing with fear. Its been with me from the earliest memory. I wasn’t overly shy, afraid of people. Most days I wasn’t scared of going to school, of riding the bus. I wasn’t afraid when we were occasionally left with a sitter. My early fear was of the dark. Though I shared a […]
Because of the economics of my childhood, my parents were thrifty. Because of the economics of their respective childhoods, they knew how. There was never enough money to be miserly, and my parents practiced generosity whenever, and, however, they could. They set aside money for church and charities, and birthdays and Christmas never lacked the magic […]
My dad was the primary wage-earner in our house. My mom set aside nursing at a private practice to have the babies and care for them as most women did. Actually caring for the kids was only a small part of my mom’s life. There were no tasks at our house she wouldn’t tackle save […]
Somewhere between Elementary School Teaching and All Things Cooking, I took care of people’s money. I fell into it really. Conventional teaching was playing havoc with my health, and a vendor of Spouse’s needed someone to help get the invoicing done. I stepped up. Quickly, and on-the-go, I learned the basics of balance sheet accounting, […]
How lovely are your branches Winter: cold, more dark than light, feet of snow hindering the simplest of chores, bodies laden with fabric and furs, vigilantly keeping the fire, source of light and heat. Hours free for whittling, quilting, mending, storytelling, singing, and, when the days came bearing the most darkness, breaking at Solstice when […]
Friendship, getting along with others, person to person contact is a basic human need. My parents had several siblings. Most of my dad’s family lived in southwestern Idaho, farmers and ranchers. We visited them and our grandparents on vacations, my dad seeming to enjoy their company. Some of the epic discussions I mention in this post occurred […]
To get a few things sorted, I will state that I was not actually raised by any sort of actual wolf. Like Carolyn, who Buddy the Elf meets in the pediatrician’s waiting room, I’m a human, raised by humans. I will also state: I’m completely aware that my parents did the best they could, with […]
Raised By Wolves 