September-October 1996

I recently met a little three-year-old girl who is the product of life with her parents.

I don’t have much time for the herb garden these days—too busy writing this article.

I like all kids and old people; it is those in between that I have…well enough said there.

As the father left the volley ball court headed for the house, his little four-year-old daughter began to scream.

My wife was standing in a yard talking to the young mother of a seven-year-old boy and two girls. The girls are (...)