Kathleen Kjolhaug

The two little carolers gathered one day — just for fun. Giggle they did as they made their way down the street dressed for winter. Christmas break it was and the afterglow of the season was still within. Thus, the idea of doing a little Christmas Caroling around the neighborhood was thought to be a good idea.

Trending it is this “round about” topic of recycling. We consume to smithereens and are encouraged to get rid of that which we haven't consumed in a way that is respectful. What does that word mean—smithereens? According to my search engine, “it implies being shattered into many small bits—tiny fragments from smashing.” In other words, that which has not only been broken, but broken to bits!

Walking was out of the question—or was it? As soon as one is told, “No, don't go,” the internal push back begins. And so, it was this frigid day in Winter. Exercise was long past due and giddy-up-and-go beckoned. Although the daylight hours were getting longer, the outdoor temps registered low.

The screen upon my computer boasted of wetlands somewhere in the world. The scene before me was one of green growth amidst waters sporting white dots. As each spot was brought into focus, a flamingo took form. All random like these pics come across my screen, and they do not disappoint.

Used to be, or so it seemed, that life was easier back in the day. Ignorance is bliss –so they say – and I would agree.

It was officially a date. The invitation came out of nowhere and went something like this. “Honey, guess what? My pickup is ready to be picked up. Can we drive on over together, you drop me off, and I'll drive it home?”

It was officially a date. The invitation came out of nowhere and went something like this. “Honey, guess what? My pick up is ready to be picked up.

It was officially a date. The invitation came out of nowhere and went something like this. “Honey, guess what? My pick up is ready to be picked up. Can we

The Sunday School teacher was about to make a point. The idea came that it might be high time to teach a little lesson about little words to the little children.

I called a friend today. Her voice enveloped me like rays of sunshine piercing the soul. The words she spoke offered wisdom needed. Each one spoken filled parched portions deep within.