Barbara Lydecker Crane

Trouble lies in feeling proud.I was taught that it’s a sinand that I shouldn’t share aloud some gift with which I was endowed.My gloating crow and Cheshire grinburst that bubble, feeling proud. Bragging rights? No one was wowed;I lost those friends. I couldn’t win.Better not to share aloud, . . . . Continue Reading »

Mom asks, “How’s your son?”every time I visit now.(I’ve never had one.)She asks it loudlysweetly crinkling eyes as ifshe knows I’ll proudlytell his latest news:Timmy learned to stand today—Tim can tie his shoes—(or should he be Hugh?)He’ll have dinner with you, Mom,soon as soccer’s . . . . Continue Reading »