by Iris Winston The stumble was fortuitous. I tripped as I reached the crumbling wall and Terry happened to catch me. Realizing I was still a little rocky from my near fall, he continued to support me as we clambered over the rough ground to the youth hall. Two of my girlfriends (I use the term loosely about the catty pair) were at the...
Now and Then by Iris Winston The grandfather clock chimes every half hour. As the children were growing up, it was also a guide to them and some of their friends as they learned to tell time the old-fashioned way, analog style, rather than by checking their smart phones as most of them would in later years. When they were quite young, we...
