Dear Readers,
I usually try to write amusing letters of a light-hearted nature, but, unfortunately, I cannot do that today.
column by Linda Kelly
Dear readers, I always enjoy the first snowfall of the season when I take my morning coffee into the living room, pull back the curtains, swivel the easy chair to face the picture window, and settle in to wait for the morning recess bell.
Dear Readers, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about when Jesus said, “ . . . unless you become like little children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matt 18:3).
Dear Readers,
Most new teachers struggle mightily during their first year in the classroom; I was no exception.
Dear Readers,
Finally! A more reliable way to tell if you have arrived at old age!
Dear Readers, Are you partial to poetry?
On March 30, 2020, my husband and I, at the onset of the pandemic, dusted off the Scrabble board and played the first of many (697, to be exact) nightly Scrabble games. The competition continues. To date, I have triumphed in 545 of those games. The bad news, however, is that this ongoing tournament has created a monster, and the monster is — me.
Will you be going away for a vacation this summer, dear readers, or will you be taking a “staycation” in your own backyard?
Dearest Readers,
My excited anticipation, as I walk out to get the mail, quickly changes to a sense of sadness and loss. Although my mom left this life 16 years ago, every day I somehow still expect to find one of her weekly letters in my mailbox.