Indy wiggles and squirms, her eyes locked on the treat dangling over her nose. Her legs tremble a little here and there, like she might jump up to grab it out of my hand. But there’s one thing she’s learned. If her bottom leaves the floor, she loses the treat. She has to show self-control. She knows it. She knows without the restraint on herself, she will lose the good thing coming to her.
I love jewelry. My kids know it’s all over when we’re walking through any shopping area and my eye catches a jewelry display. I especially love crafted jewelry, and silver is my favorite metal.
I’m drawn to the beauty of curving, weaving strands of silver, dotted with jewels or stones or beads, or impressed with delicate markings, or shaped into intricate designs. Rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces. . . . I’ve picked them up at vendor booths, on beachside boardwalks, in bookstores on college visits -- somehow I find silver in the least likely places -- or it finds me.
Darkness is pushed back as a spotlight blares on. It's over my head and I am in the middle of its sharply defined circle of light.
As I sat in the Pitt terminal waiting for my mom to be able to check in at the ticketing counter, I wondered if I would tie my 5 Minute Friday “connect” piece today in with the idea of connections during travel.
Then I saw the crawl across the TV screen above the cafe bar, and all thoughts of a travel piece fled my mind.
“3 dead at Ft Lauderdale airport, shooter at large.”
Laura England Miller