Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch A sappy situation My daughter, Rebecca, came home from school recently and announced that she had made pancakes in Home Economics Class. It’s rare that she hands out information about her day without a lot of prompting (teens…) but she really enjoys talking about this class. Mostly...

Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch Tastes nothing like celery! “Rhubarb Pies” was on my list of items to bake at work today. The term wasn’t really familiar to me. I wandered over to the fridge, looked in, and saw an innocent looking bag labeled “rhubarb.” I pulled one out of the bag. It looked like celery. Red...

Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch Comical crafting I have two boys. They are a bit destructive. They don’t mean to be, they just play rough at times, as most boys tend to do. Just the other day I walked into the living room and saw that one of our end tables was in pieces. I asked my five year old what had...

Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch Pie on Pi Day Last month there was a Pi Day. Pi, of course, is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. Since Pi = 3.14, it’s celebrated on March 14. I say that like I’m an expert on all things math. I’m not. Not even a teeny, tiny bit. I like words. Words I...

Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch How does your garden grow? “I can’t believe this is happening, again.” I screamed inside my head. We had worked so hard to prevent this. This is why my husband had gone back to school. After being laid off one too many times, from low paying jobs, he decided to return to college...

Quietly Contrary

By Mary Eileen Finch A mother’s prose It’s National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States. I love poetry. In all forms. Actually, just about everything in life is a poem to me. However, I don’t really write much poetry. I mostly use...