Daylight Savingzzzz Time

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Six a.m. came early this morning. As a matter of fact, it came at 5, thanks to the infinite wisdom of the Department of Those Who Love to Regulate Every Aspect of Our Lives. Continue reading

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In search of Mama’s rolling pin

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Anyone who’s ever moved to a new home after living in the same place for nearly 20 years will immediately relate to this story. The rest of you need only think about the last time you lost your car keys to get a sense of how deep my panic ran for several days in late February.

To begin at the beginning, however, we need to go all the way back to Louisa Catherine Stephen Knapp, my great-grandmother. And, possibly, we could go back at least one more generation, to a time when most kitchen utensils were hand-crafted from materials that either grew right outside the house door or darned close. Continue reading

Heart and soul. Dixie Munro. Hallelujah!

By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar

Dixie Munro by Paul Widlund

Dixie Munro by Paul Widlund

Any time an opportunity arises for me to write about Dixie Munro, my high school English and journalism teacher, two things happen.

First, my heart leaps, and that is because there’s so much to share about this wonderful woman. Then, moments after my heart leaps, I’m in the icy clutch of fourth-period English class fear. What if she actually reads what I write about her? What if she reads it while wielding a red pen, as she did in days of yore? Continue reading