Stories from Lois Keating Learned

A SUNDAY IN DECEMBER As the curtain descends on Act One. Bright lights illuminate the gloom in the auditorium. My fe...

Most of us are aware of the ‘Energizer Bunny’ who hops across our TV screens, beating a drum to advertise Energizer ...

Years ago, I imagined that, unlike the earth traveling around the sun in an ellipse, I’d think of the year as a square...

My town did not have a public library until the 1960s. Before that, it was assumed that everyone in this upper-middle-cl...

Eons ago, when I was in college, I took a course on a dare. The course was “American Political Thought”. It was taug...

Recently a friend and I had the chance to visit our home town and stop by our elementary school. It still was the grand ...

Early Christmas morning, we six children would get up, rush to the living room and the pile of beautifully wrapped prese...

In September the air in New York City was fresh on this particular day in 2001. It was sunny and I wished I didn’t hav...

To a ten-year-old, Saturday is the prize at the end of the week, a day teeming with anticipation and beckoning adventure...