Forest Adventure_Breaking Rules Can Reap Rewards_Not Since the 1890s_Mrs. Manstey's View
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Forest Adventure
"Timmy, Timmy! Let's play!"It was still 7 am, and yet Tobiel's energy was already fiery and uncontrollable. If I didn't know any better, he was basically the personification of fire hazards."No," I bluntly answered. But I knew my answer won't calm him down.Tobiel lightly pulled my hair just to annoy me. "Meanie! Timmy is a big meanie!" I got used to his antics. I won't let it affect me."Tobiel, have you even eaten your breakfast yet?" I asked, hoping it would make Tobiel leave me alone."Yeah, I did! Bread toast with butter! I put butter onto the bread and slam it on the hot pan!"I rubbed my fa...
Breaking Rules Can Reap Rewards
Breaking Rules Can Reap Rewards By Julie Ryan McGue I will admit to being an ardent rule-follower. Both the fear of discovery and public shaming factor into my strict adherence to regulations. Yet inwardly, I often admire and applaud the courage of rule-breakers. Occasionally, my fellow rule-followers and I step out of our comfort zones, and if we are rewarded for our bravery, the thrill is something we never forget.After my husband and I sold our downtown Chicago condo, we crammed our SUV and headed south to deposit the furnishings at our winter getaway. One hour into thewww.onedoor.cc eighteen-hour drive,...
Not Since the 1890s
Maybe it was the approaching darkness, a low flashlight battery, deafening thunder, or sheer terror that blurred my vision, but the park map was unreadable. Yes, it’s December, but mine is no Christmas story.Although I’d been on this trail many times, in my panicked state of mind, a fork in the path confused me. I was being stalked, preyed upon, and hoped I’d chosen the best way forward.Only a few hours earlier, I’d been happily setting up my campsite. My husband was away on one of his frequent fishing trips with his buddies; a no-girls-allowed kind of trip.As long-time Arizona residents, my h...
Mrs. Manstey's View
Mrs. Manstey's ViewBy JOY DEEP SAHAThe sight from Mrs. Manstey's balcony was not spectacular, but at least it was full of interest and beauty to her. Arriving late on the sidewalk and the gaps in the sidewalk would have stumbled Quinto Curtius, the widow of a clerk at a large wholesale house. His death had left her alone as their only daughter had married in California and couldn't travel to New York to see her mother. Perhaps Ms. Manstey could have seen her daughter again in the west, but now they had been separated for so many years that they no longer felt the need for each other's company,...