The Storyteller | Mary Vee

Photo Courtesy Last week I saw an interesting news report. The event took place in New York City. Like in many cities across the country, New York City was pelted with a harsh snowstorm.  Schools and businesses remained open despite transportation issues. The reporter stood on a corner of the city and happened upon three female high school students.  "Where are you going?" he asked. The girls struggled to hold their hoods in place. One answered, "We're going to school. The school busses aren't running today." "How are you going to get there?" the reporter asked. "Well we have to take…"  I didn't have a chance to scribble notes about the details, but the girls explained they had to take one bus, transfer to a second bus, and then transfer again to a third bus to reach their school. Piles of snow stood behind the girls and cars slid in the streets. The wind swirled around them carrying snowflakes. While the reporter ...

By Mary Vee My husband and I drove around a few farming communities in Ohio last week. We stepped out of the car to take a picture. Humidity soared that day leaving moisture to bead on a landscape of lush green. We climbed back into the car, shut the door, and rolled away. This is the moment I want to share.  Outside my door and attached to the mirror, a brown spider moved it's legs wildly, attempting to hold it's grip.  Oh, I know what you're thinking. Spiders wouldn't struggle like that.  They would if the car was in motion. As the car increased speed the spider fought harder to keep its grip. I fully expected the wind to whisk the creature away to some field. Not this spider. It released one thin strand of silk propelling itself to my door. This, I thought, would never work. Surely more wind blasted past the door than the mirror. The spider attached the silk to the door then maneuvered like a tight rope artist across the single stran...