Carrie Classon

Understanding A Misunderstanding Every day, whether here in Mexico or in the US, I take a walk. Walking in the morning would be nice, but that’s when I write, so,…

Ravages Of A Summer Cold So, I got a cold. If you catch a cold in the winter, everyone is sympathetic. They tell you to drink hot tea and put…

By: Carrie Classon I see him painting every afternoon. Every day I take a walk and, when I am in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, my walk usually takes me…

“All the Flowers” I was reluctant to come back from Mexico this spring, knowing it would still be cold and wet and cloudy. But I’d gotten used to looking for…

“The Last Song” I’ve never known much about music. I am the oldest child, so I had no older siblings playing what was popular when I was young. My mother…

“Stubby’s Company” I spent the week visiting my parents at their retirement home “up north,” and so I got to see them and my mother’s outside pet, Stubby, the red…

By: Carrie Classon I heard him yelling before I saw him. He was in front of the church. His possessions were loaded into a shopping cart, and it appeared he…

“Father’s Day” It’s time to be thinking about Father’s Day—even if all we do is think about it. The woman who suggested Father’s Day in 1909 was named Sonora Smart…

“Footprints” “They put in a new sidewalk,” my neighbor said, “and the first thing that happened was, a cat walked across the cement and left little footprints!” My neighbor was…

“Too Old” My new friend, Betty Lou, started a book club, and she asked me to join. I was delighted. I hadn’t been in a book club for a long…