Marcelene Cox

Our children await Christmas presents like politicians getting in election returns: there's the Uncle Fred precinct and the Aunt Ruth district still to come in.

No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas, purchased something on the installment plan and raised an adolescent.

Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.

If at first you don't succeed, blame your parents.

One sure way to lose another woman's friendship is to try to improve her flower arrangements.

Eating without conversation is only stoking.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.