“How adorable; how cute,” exclaimed my daughter and went on to describe the two rabbits brought…
Category: Nieman
Inappropriate Humor
Our fourth grade class paraded through the tunnel connecting our parochial school to the church, marched…
Hair
“You see what I mean?” I asked Hubby while stretching over the bathroom sink examining my…
A Smart-Phone
Confused Generation
Are you as confused with your Smart-Phone (SP) as we are? When our old cell-phone contract…
The Christmas Chocolates
By Jan Nieman ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a…
Jury Duty
I had a perfectly good reason to be excused from jury duty; but that word “duty”…
War College for Grandparents
When we learned our daughter’s spouse, Jim, was nominated to attend War College, I blurted, “Really?…
“Who Ate My Bananas?”
My children’s eyes grew wide the first time we visited the neighborhood candy store. They were…
No More Wheels
As college newlyweds Hubby and I inhabited an antique thirty-eight-foot trailer sans air-conditioning. Although wedged between…
The Roller Rink
Melting Pot
Emil’s thumping the Wurlitzer and the vibrating bases drive the rhythm through your body. A boy…
The Dreaded White-Footed Ant
It was our neighbor who first battled the little stinkers and showing off her recently obtained…
Fried Chicken for Father’s Day
During our marriage I produced some outstanding fare such as ratatouille, beef stroganoff, P.F. Chang knock-offs…
Turn About is Fair Play
Let’s face it; with five children, a zoo becomes a great baby sitter and where we…
Mother’s Day Postscript
You would think between five kiddies, I would be inundated with Mother’s Day cards and gifts.…
I Was a Terrible Mother
Have your children ever accused you of being a terrible mother? Mine never did in those…
The Accordion
As a child, were you, too, expected to learn a musical instrument? For many of us…
Gifts from Snowbirds
It’s spring in Florida and snowbirds are packing. Although Pat insists, “I planned better this year,”…