Stories by Laurie Marlatt Steeb

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Phone rage rears its ugly head

Thursday, May 29, 2008

I suppressed my telephone monster one morning when the woman caller incorrectly pronounced my daughter Josie’s first name, “May I speak to Nina (Nee-nah)?” We call both our girls by their middle names; a fate they will never forgive us for. Nina Josephine (Josie); Anna Katherine (Kathie); can you tell the same parents picked those […]

Slap Me

Thursday, May 22, 2008

My mother-in-law and I spent an afternoon with my 20-year-old daughter in Kent. Josie adopted a kitten the week before our visit. I was more excited about meeting her pet than seeing her, and I admitted as much to her while I was there. There’s something so precious about the innocence of a baby animal […]

What are you reading?

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Can a book titled “Love Cajun Style” be worth reading?

Tribute to Motherhood

Thursday, May 8, 2008

It’s a special day that first time a daughter calls home after moving away and asks for Mom’s advice

Step Outside to See What You Can See

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The National Wildlife Federation (NWF) believes that America’s youth are quickly defining themselves as one the most civic- minded generations in nearly a century.

25 Ways to Enjoy Soy Foods

Thursday, April 17, 2008

April is Soyfoods Month. Serve something soy.

Telephone Monster

Thursday, April 10, 2008

My ringing telephone triggers a dread deep in my gut. I may be interrupting what I’m doing for no good reason. The people on the other end of the line who need this telemarketing job invade my time and space. Responses that once took me a moment to compose now come fast and sometimes furious. […]

Good food matters

Thursday, April 3, 2008

I work part-time in a clothing consignment shop. I’m used to hearing comments from the dressing room when things don’t fit. Every so often, someone will say an item is too big, but usually (you could have guessed this) it’s too small. We’d expect this. It fits with Americans’ trend toward being overweight. Obesity has […]

So Tiny, So Mighty

Thursday, March 27, 2008

“So tiny, so mighty,” I’ve heard people describe our church choir with those phrases.

Hearth to Heart: Getting the Message

Thursday, March 13, 2008

My emotional daughter often shows her teenage side so it’s gratifying to me when she shows signs of growing up. One night, Kathie was “care-giving” for a family who lives near us. (I can’t say baby sitting since the kids are far from being babies.) She hadn’t seen them for months so they were all […]

Hearth to Heart: Winter’s Final Throes

Thursday, March 6, 2008

We can never be sure how long and hard we’ll be blasted with cold days at any time of year, but the hope of spring is dancing closer. Thoughts that spring is officially less than a month away lift my spirits, even though I accept the fact that my winter apparel (gloves, scarves, and occasionally […]

Having My Bowls

Thursday, January 31, 2008

When I first did the math concerning Super Bowl history I was confused. I learned that the first championship game between the NFL and the AFL was played in 1967.

My Crush on Marion

Thursday, January 24, 2008

It’s a fine man’s name, though you don’t hear it used much. Marion Morrison, who surely could have found fame using his real name, became better known as John Wayne, then dubbed simply “Duke”.

A Bowl a Day…

Thursday, January 17, 2008

I was a volunteer at the elementary school library when I first learned of the cholesterol- lowering affects of oatmeal.

Happy New Year! Thoughts for the New Year

Thursday, January 10, 2008

The sunrise lit up the bare winter branches along Route 11 for a beautiful view I would have missed had I gone home the night before and had I not been ill on New Year’s Day.

“All work and all play,” they say

Thursday, January 3, 2008

When I’m asked how I do it all, I wonder if all is probably assumed to include keeping a nice, neat house where I can find everything, and everything’s in its place.

Special Pets, Special Memories

Thursday, December 27, 2007

The doll carriage I played with as a child was made of real, woven wicker painted white, with a bonnet that swiveled to either head or foot.

Special Toys, Special Memories

Thursday, December 20, 2007

I’m not sure now whether I got her for Christmas. She may have been a birthday gift. The sentiment is the same.

Bernice’s 90th

Thursday, December 13, 2007

I know plenty of people in their eighties, my Dad being one of them. Octogenarians are young, compared to the dozens Willard Scott recognizes every day who have lived a century or more.

My New Neighbor

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Surprised by a large animal trotting rapidly in front of my van when I turned in our driveway, I slowed to get a good look.

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