Last week I attended a women’s luncheon in downtown Orlando and got to chatting with a lady about handwriting or longhand, as we used to call it. I thought of the long hours I spent in first and second grades, pencil in hand, putting marks on scratchy, lined paper. Then once the block letters were mastered, we were taught how…
I wrote this article yesterday in honor of my dad, Clifton J. Charpentier, and fathers everywhere on the day reserved just for them. Our fathers come in all shapes and sizes, colors and temperaments. Some people have dads who don’t share the same DNA but are their fathers in the truest sense of the word. Others are especially fortunate to…
At the grocery store on Friday, I found a recipe for bean soup, picked up all the ingredients—ham, turkey sausage, onion pinto and white beans, bay leaves, chicken broth—and headed for home. I chopped the onion and followed the instructions provided by the expert Publix chefs, and violà…a tasty lunch treat for Bob and me. That got me to thinking.…
