“Be home by dark”, my mother would say. How I loved my childhood. Living on a farm in the country made for endless summer days of fun. And it didn’t cost a penny. Riding bikes with friends for hours and hours. Going horseback riding on the trails through the woods and wading in the cool water of the creek collecting fossils was my entertainment.
To lie or not to lie raced through my mind when a dear friend asked “How do you like my new dress?” “Does it look good on me?” “I got it on sale and saved a bundle.” I could hear in her voice how tickled she was. Now how could I bust her bubble when I’m thinking the dress looks like a burlap sack and she is the Idaho Potato? And in my own sound judgment, it was hideous. Continue reading “A Penny for Your Thoughts – Helen Hollister”