Her Year in the Clouds

Her Year in the Clouds

It was 1980, and she was out of work. She had left her previous job which paid peanuts to sell advertising specialties and had fallen on her face. What was she doing selling anyway when she knew she couldn’t even sell ice in the Sahara? Oh, never mind. This job was...
Shout It Out!

Shout It Out!

My husband likes his peace and quiet. Anything and anyone who is loud sets his nerves on edge. Even the scraping of porcelain on porcelain that my mortar and pestle make when I crush my pills brings forth a nervous reaction. I shouldn’t have been shocked, therefore,...