Love Story  

mom and dad

May all your knobs sparkle

When we combed through papers collected by my mother-in-law we found a cache of greeting cards.

We excavated cards written by her husband of 72 years, and cards she drew and wrote for him.

The cache revealed a sweeter side of my mother-in-law’s temperament that was—at times—prickly.

Her hand-written greetings remind me that a gift from the heart packs more meaning than stale chocolates from the grocery store.

I found similar gems that folks wrote in a 13-word exercise for The New York Times.

Readers embroidered a Westernized Haiku in 13 words to express gratitude and despair.

Here’s one salty entry:

My dog would hide his clothes. Should’ve been my first clue. Dogs know

And a passionate ploy:

Boy meets boy. Sparks fly. Boy kisses boy. Boy, oh boy, oh boy

I tried my hand at 13 words for my Valentine:

As we craft our own language our relatives race for the door knob


Pictured: my father and mother-in-law, Walter and Violet Emery

16 February 2018








About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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One Response to Love Story  

  1. Maria DePriest says:

    Love this post! Thanks Cynthia!


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