Jane Steig ParsonsHorse CrazyMy neighbor across the street, Sue Wilson, and I shared a love of horses. Twice a week our mothers car pooled us to Mrs. Engman’s English…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsCanning Peaches“Waste not, want not” Mother used to say. She saved rubber bands, plastic bags, worn-out or damaged clothing from which she planned to…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsMy Daughter’s Adopted BabyAs my fourteen-year-old daughter sits on a chair in our back yard practicing the French horn, I notice that her beloved baby possum is at…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsMother’s Wedding DressHer four-year-old eyes shown brightly as she studied her image in the mirror,Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsMy Trip to EuropeMother wanted to save me from the discomfort she felt when her friends talked about the many countries they visited with their husbands…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsMistyMisty always marched to her own drumbeat! From the day her parents brought her to visit for the first time, she was her own self, unlike…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsThe Life and Death of Marty“I’m so glad you’re here” Mother whispered when she caught my eye after we’d shared news the way we always did when I visited my parents…Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
Jane Steig ParsonsDark Chocolate, an Adult Addiction“May I please have some sugar on my mush, Mother?” I inquired.Jun 11, 2019Jun 11, 2019
