The La-Z-Boy

By Jenny Lou Jones With the birth of our first child, Lance told me that he’d help me rock our new baby to sleep if only I’d agree to buy a La-Z-Boy.  His argument was that all decent and caring fathers had one thing in common—a big, boxy wad of material that...

Cracks in the Sidewalk

By Jenny Lou Jones During my elementary years, I walked home after school.   Well, it was more like I lollygagged and meandered, especially down the big hill that ended at my house.  That last perilous slope was littered with cracks in the sidewalk that I had to...