Wrinkles by Michele Howe
By Michele Howe • Mar 1st, 2010 • Category: Columnists, Michele Howe
Careful not to scorch the fragile paper, Stacy continued to iron the edges around her son’s collection of fall leaves. (more…)
Careful not to scorch the fragile paper, Stacy continued to iron the edges around her son’s collection of fall leaves. (more…)
Every Thursday morning, Aimee had a standing appointment to pick up and deliver meals to a group of elderly men and women in her city. Aimee started volunteering as a driver after her own parents had become the glad recipients of mobile meals in their hometown. (more…)
Trish grabbed her husband’s hand and together they traversed the path that led them up, over, and around the main walking areas and to a less used, but lovely hillock secreted behind the line of trees that encircled it. (more…)
Every pre-workday morning, Beth routinely awoke several minutes before her alarm sounded and padded her way to the kitchen to flip the switch on the coffee maker. I really need to get a new coffee machine that will start brewing without my daily intervention (more…)
Every morning, before the sun’s rays grew too hot, Claire donned her rubber slip-on clogs and headed to the patch of garden situated out back beyond her garage. (more…)
Meg donned her canvas gloves and pith helmet with its protective mesh screening that completely covered her face and neck. (more…)
Stooping over to pick up another empty can of beer, Ruth grimaced when she noticed the bugs crawling on its underside. Yuck. (more…)
Darlene rustled around in the kitchen-trying spy out her favorite candle holders that she stored way in the back of the corner hutch. (more…)
Jackie peered outside and realized she’d left her mother’s cactus plant out on the deck. It was raining, profusely. So Jackie hunted around for an umbrella before venturing out, (more…)
Punching her pillow into a more comfortable form, Martha turned to her right, then she rolled back over to her other side. (more…)
Jackie peered outside and realized she’d left her mother’s cactus plant out on the deck. It was raining, profusely. (more…)
Punching her pillow into a more comfortable form, Martha turned to her right, then she rolled back over to her other side. (more…)
After Betsy got off the phone with her mom’s doctor, she padded quietly down the carpeted hallway and listened (more…)
Victoria thumbed her way through three hairstyle magazines before she found one that suited. Something simple, easy to maintain, and will work with my unruly hair. (more…)
Mulling over her last and possibly final conversation with her sister, Lynn wanted to weep in tired frustration. And as the tears came unbidden, (more…)
After huddling in their cellar for over an hour, Margo and her family were more than ready to get back upstairs where they had air-conditioning, water, and more important, fully functioning bathroom facilities. (more…)
Margaret stooped over to tie her worn tennis shoes, her walking away from life’s pressure’s ones, the shoes that had trekked more miles around Margaret’s property (more…)
Tracy could hardly believe it. There was scarce a movement or a noise in her house; Tracy tried to think of any time in recent days or weeks when the hustle and bustle of her family’s activities had so stilled. (more…)








































































