ART ISN’T EASY
As educators, my husband and I encouraged our son, Kenny, to always try his best. One day, his dad, his godmother, and I took him to view a Matisse exhibit, The Cut-Outs, in Detroit. Kenny was five at the time, and as we stood in front of one of the large, colorful paper cutouts, he looked a bit befuddled. He mused for a bit and then, with his hands clasped behind his back, remarked, “Well, he tried his best!”
CATHERINE RUSSELL, Brownstown, Michigan
PLAYING CRICKET
Years ago, my elderly neighbor mentioned she had been trying to locate a cricket that had found its way into her house. After several attempts to find it, she gave up, and her husband named the cricket Jiminy. The pair began talking…
