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Connie Seraphine's Perspective — June 17, 2021

Another Father’s Day is upon us. While it won’t get the commercial hype Mother’s Day receives, it’s still an important day of remembrance.

The Centers for Disease Control now claims we are closing in on herd immunity and is lifting more restrictions. Does that mean we’re getting back to normal life – or a “new normal?” What about vulnerable groups of people like children, some ethnic populations and isolated rural folks who have yet to get the first needle in their arms? In finding a “new normal,” we should ask, “What have we learned from this gut-crushing and mind-bending experience?” Some will say this trauma reinforces the need

Well, another Father’s Day is upon us. While it won’t get the commercial hype “Mother’s Day” receives, it’s still an important day of remembrance. Mother’s Day isn’t complete without taking the mothers in your life out to eat. Somehow on Father’s Day, dads end up grilling for the entire family; talk about inequality! I’m preparing to see what combination of socks, t-shirts, and underwear I receive this year. I asked for an all-expense paid trip to Tampa Bay on October 24th for the Chicago Bears

I can say with certainty that pandemic knitting is not for the faint-hearted. It all started with an email from my local yarn shop with alluring pictures of new projects. I was seduced. I called up the shop and arranged to pick up the new project. And I have a confession: I am by no means a talented knitter; I am merely persistent. My friend is a whiz at knitting; she can do cables in her sleep, knit two together through the back loops and most amazingly, she can find and fix mistakes: two

I woke up at 4 a.m. and went to my screened-in porch to read, but I gave up a few minutes later. The birdsong was so loud, I couldn't focus on my novel.

Many years ago a man looked at the bare trees of late November and said to me, "The leaves won't come back for half a year." He was miserable about it. But now they have come back. The oaks and maples are no longer denuded. "Spring has sprung," as the poet said, "and the grass is ris. I wonder where the birdies is."

My husband has carried a Swiss Army knife in his pocket ever since I’ve known him. It comes in handy when he needs to open packages, tighten screws, and sharpen pencils.