END NOTES by Nancy Clark When green is all there is to be, it could make you wonder why But why wonder, why wonder? I am green and it’ll do fine It’s beautiful, and I think it’s what I want
by Nancy A. Clark First came fire; then the wheel. And it came to pass that man collected enough electrons and protons to make a light bulb to find his way to the privy in the dark without stubbing a
by Nancy A. Clark The living room playhouses my younger sister and I created with bed blankets draped over the backs of strategically-placed chairs were but forerunners to the free standing kid-sized playhouse Dad constructed in our side yard back
By Nancy A. Clark Before the computer became as much a fixture in our house as the sofa and silverware, I slept well at night and ate regular meals with my family. I coffee-clatched more with friends, knew my children’s
by Nancy A. Clark Productivity during the winter months is highly overrated. You can count Hubby and me among those who, on long, dark, cold winter nights, prefer to moisturize our dry skin and hibernate like bears in our den until the daffodils bloom again.