Posts by Janet

As I crossed the parking lot heading toward the rec center where I exercise most mornings, I had to step between metal posts placed strategically several yards from the large glass entry doors.  The task at hand—get inside before I change my mind about my workout and go pick up a fresh almond bear claw…

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” blurted the girl as she came toe to toe with her playmate’s unkind remarks. There are probably more up-to-date comebacks for today’s world, but I think this one has stood the test of time. The thing is it doesn’t take a child…

My trip to Grand Junction, Colorado one fall painted a great visual of the word perspective (or point of view). Sitting on the left side of the plane, I followed the flight attendant’s instructions to buckle up as we began our descent. The Gunnison River joining it from the south, Grand Junction is nestled in…

When I was a girl, my great aunt wrote lengthy letters to my mother about the comings and goings (gossip?) of her large Italian family. They lived in a Southern California coastal town, and in those days it was truly “a world away” from our ranch out in the middle of eastern Colorado. My aunt…