I’m taking online classes and only writing in fits and starts, so I thought I’d let the WordPress wheel of chance direct me today.
A man who impacted me positively would be my grandfather. Howard Morrow was born in a small town in Illinois where his father owned a pharmacy and he jerked sodas when he was a teenager.

He married my grandmother and worked for a while in a coal mine. They had my mother then moved to California. He had tuberculosis and was 18 months in a sanitorium and then on 18 months bedrest. He opened a store to repair shoes and eventually went to work for a company as a sort of electrical engineer. He had no formal schooling, but was brilliant. He taught himself anything he wanted to know—without the internet—both technical and artistic.
He and my grandmother came to live with us in north Idaho when I was in junior high. I hung out with him nearly as much as I hung out with friends.
In hindsight, I know he was imperfect. Very. He didn’t lie and cheat, he kept himself cloistered emotionally from his family. He was highly creative and didn’t share that freely. He loved strangers and listening to their stories, but he didn’t listen to his own wife or daughter.
I’m naturally a lot like Howard. I push myself every day to be a creative person, but also very different from my grandfather. Because in the end, your creativity may touch strangers, but your family will be impacted by your presence. Or lack of it.
We have one more shopping weekend before Christmas. If you are still in that mode, godspeed. If you’re finished, congratulations. If things are hard this year and shopping is out of the question, prayers and/or good wishes towards those you care about never go amiss.
Take care–Susan Kaye



