I was doing the dishes late one summer afternoon when I spied a furry face looking at me through the window over the kitchen sink. Startled, I pointed at the window and shouted, “It’s a…a…”  Dang it!  My mind couldn’t think of the right word.  I knew what I was looking at, but I couldn’t say the correct word so instead I started over and blurted out, “It’s a coonrac!” Continue reading

Trash cans in the night


Trash can photo by Aaron H Warren     CC-BY-2.0

I was about three years old and sound asleep on a summer night when my father woke me up and said, “Lorrie, come on.  I want to show you something.”   I climbed out of bed and followed him out to the back porch.   He sat down on the porch steps, sat me on his lap and whispered in my ear, “Be quiet and watch over there.”  He pointed  to the corner of the garage.  I sat there quietly staring at the corner of the garage where the metal trash cans were kept, just outside of the range of the light that shone from the corner of our house. Continue reading