Kathleen Kjolhaug

You know what they say, “You teach that which you most need to learn.” I must need to learn anew – because I thought this topic worthy of sharing once again.

The recipe within the magazine spoke. If the pic didn't do the job, the words certainly embellished it to taste. The muffin looked like one that grandma would have baked.

The little purple flowers upon the stamp, upon the envelope, was telltale that something good was within. Little purple flowers noted upon my pathways always seem to refresh.

At first, fist clasping the wings came quickly as the little boy bent down to grab that which was within reach.

The bright pink billboard along the Hwy. loomed large. Unable to comprehend its message at first glance, I did a double take. With no apologies for what was on display, the message was bold and abrupt—all modesty removed.

It all began about a year ago, and was short lived – or so I thought. The bright pink billboard along the highway loomed large.

Routine was in order as we ordered our footsteps. A little cleaning here, a little laundry there, reorganizing the cupboards and it all added up.

Routine was in order as we ordered our footsteps. A little cleaning here, a little laundry there, reorganizing the cupboards and it all added up. The rainy

I felt sorry for grandpa. The day was sunny at the beach. Little fingers tugged as one grandpa passing by held fast.

Gentle the words were – not meant to be heard, but I overheard. The couple had just strapped their young child into the car seat when one leaned over to make a request from the other. “Hey hon, could you…”