Simon Says

“Simon says touch your toes,” Murray said to the group of us playing the game. I reached down and touched my toes. “Simon says twirl around.” I obeyed. “Scratch your head.” I obeyed. “Darlene, you’re out! I didn’t say Simon says.” “Ahh, I did it again,” I said as I plunked myself down on the…

Scars

I held my foot as I sobbed. “Mommy, will it leave a scar?” “Maybe, but it will remind you never to do that again. Sometimes we have to learn through our scars.” My mom gently cleaned my wound and placed a band-aid on it. I felt instant relief from the hurt. My little world was…

Counting

I threw the piece on the floor. “I counted wrong again,” I said to my mom. “This is so frustrating. Why is it so important to count every stitch?” Mom put her cross-stitch piece down, picked up mine from the floor, and sat beside me. “It takes patience Darlene. You have to count each stitch…

Pieces

“Don’t throw those out,” Mom said. I looked at the different pieces of fabric in my hands. Triangles, rectangles, strips of different sizes and shapes. Leftovers from larger projects. Scraps, that’s all they were. Confused, I looked back at her. “But they’re useless,” I said. “Why keep them?” The sunlight from the window reflected on…

Zigzags

She watched her husband from a distance. He seemed confused as to what direction he should go. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. He seemed lost. A look of trepidation came over his face. “Strange,” she thought. He had gone to the washroom,…

Good-bye 2010!

Jeff and I had the pleasure of ringing in 2011 with my sister Sue. Our fun evening consisted of a delicious dinner at Crave Restaurant (see the picture below), watching movies, and then the tradition of watching the ball drop in Times Square. The excitement of it touching down as the confetti rained through the…

Family Time

Christmas is a magical time of year. It brings surprises to all the kids…big and small. Most importantly, we celebrate Jesus’ birthday. It’s also a special time to spend with family and friends. Each moment is precious. I remember as a child visiting our grandparents after Christmas and then going to different friend’s houses to…

Stocking Fun!

The house was still, we were nicely tucked into our beds, but Susan and I were wide awake. Not sure what Murray was doing. “Can you see anything?” I asked. Susan shone the flashlight towards the door, illuminating the stuffed stocking hanging on the door knob. “Yup, they’re full. Santa came!” I sat up in…

It’s CHRISTmas!

“Attention kids! As principal of this school, I have decided that we’re no longer going to call our concert a Christmas concert. It will now be HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA.” Miss Sanderson’s jaw dropped. “What?” “That’s right – Holiday Extravaganza. I’ve had complaints from some parents that we talk about Christmas too much. We have to be…