Explaining to a seven-year-old how to tell when 5 hours had passed, I pointed to the clock. No, she said. I know how to tell time, but I don’t comprehend it. How long is it? What can I do in five hours? I was almost 70 then and I couldn’t comprehend time either. Hours, yes. But I was in the decades. How long my life had been—how long anything had […]
Category: The Olives
Individual blog entries in chronological order.
(The site is still developing but I’ll give you a sneek peak at the reasons why Pass the Olives has any meaning at all.) At Abraham Lincoln High School in Des Moines, Iowa, I spent as much time as I could in the art room. All of my study halls, after school as long as the building was open, and extra hours with pink permission slips claiming emergency need. In […]