The word pithiness is probably not one you hear every day. You might be thinking of the more commonly known pithy, as in a stalk of celery that’s past its prime, but pithiness is also about concise, perhaps terse words, full of meaning or significance.
Amish pithiness is, without a doubt, more about terseness than significance or meaning. Continue reading Amish Pithiness
As the white minivan jerked to a stop, my daughter mumbled, “Sorry, Mom, I can’t seem to remember that this brake pedal is super-sensitive. I think we’re at the corner where you want to be, right?”
“If we’re at the corner of Pollock and Burrows Roads, then yes,” I croaked through the sawdust and butterflies in my throat. I got out of the minivan pointing my long white ‘finger’ at the hot sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, I propped my white walking cane between my legs, hoisted the heavy backpack onto my back, adjusted the straps, tugged my top back down to my jeans, transferred the cane back to my right hand, and sucking my lungs full of air again, stepped off the edge of a cliff . . . Continue reading My Second First Day of School: Part I