Category: Retired Life

  • Quaker Quilting Qualms

    Quaker Quilting Qualms

    Quilting has been on my mind lately. A friend recently kindly offered to create a table runner from my late husband’s shirts.  I gamely suggested I might be the one to hand quilt it. But after my experience with the 1914 Double Irish Chain family quilt that has just appeared, I may have to change…

  • Why I’m Never Going Back to the Classroom

    Why I’m Never Going Back to the Classroom

    I admire my retired friends who go back into the classroom. My book club and mystery-trip group are filled with educators who could venture back into the hallways of academia. Some do! Not me. Teaching has changed. As I occasionally scroll through Facebook and X, I see some alarming posts. Teachers complaining about student behavior being…

  • I thought I was so smart …

    I thought I was so smart …

    … then the bunnies outsmarted me. What’s up, doc? A rabbit is back. Or maybe it never left. You might know that my son recently built a new gate in the fence for me.  It’s lovely. But it also has become an obstacle for the rabbits who used the gap below the old fence as their…

  • Grief By the Numbers at Five Months

    Grief By the Numbers at Five Months

    After… 28 years of marriage3300 nights together23 weeks since Jerry died153 days since Jerry died3 times I’ve left the house wearing mismatched socks8 physical books I’ve read6 times I’ve snapped at someone who is just trying to help me7 days I have baked goodies20 times I’ve remembered the day we met148 mornings I’ve kept to my chronological Bible-reading plan5 times…

  • Five Things I’ll Never Miss About the First Days of the New School Year

    Five Things I’ll Never Miss About the First Days of the New School Year

    The moments raced, but the week went on and on: An odd paradox for the week that school resumed each year.  Every afternoon, I dragged myself home and let Jerry tell me what was for supper and when. I was too exhausted from leaving a summer of haphazard fun and lack of responsibilities to the rigid…

  • The First Week of School: What A Retired Teacher Still Misses

    The First Week of School: What A Retired Teacher Still Misses

    As a recently retired secondary English teacher, I still get a little nostalgic for the first days of school. After getting my classroom ready and after a restless pre-first-day night, the excitement of getting acquainted with a new cohort of students propelled me through the first exhausting week of school. I miss several parts of those…

  • Five Things This Retired Teacher Still Loves About Back-to-School Season

    Five Things This Retired Teacher Still Loves About Back-to-School Season

    Any day now, it’ll be back to the classroom for several of my teacher friends. But not for me! I’ve been retired for a few years now. Even though I don’t miss teaching in a secondary English classroom, five things about this time of year still warm my heart: 1.) Catching a really good sale…

  • The Kids in Your Life Need Manga

    The Kids in Your Life Need Manga

    This week, I’m exhausted but happy after a weeklong visit from my sweet ten-year-old granddaughter! We’ve packed in all sorts of fun activities, including a couple of trips to the bookstore, where Chloe picked up some new reading material in her favorite genre: manga! I’ve turned over this space to her today. Read on as…

  • When the World Literally Starts Spinning

    When the World Literally Starts Spinning

    Nothing seems straight these days. Aside from Jerry’s dying in the hospital just as we were ready to leave after his heart surgery and recovery, other things aren’t quite lining up, either. I first noticed it in my kitchen.  In those early days of wanting the kids nearby, I offered to make supper for us…

  • What’s your birthday gift to the USA? A lesson from Monticello

    Last Fourth of July, my husband and I were on the road, headed home from Colonial Williamsburg with our nine-year-old granddaughter. We saw the sign for Jefferson’s Monticello and decided to take the tour. The home itself had always fascinated me, but somehow, we’d never been this close or had the time to stop.  This…