Yesterday morning I noticed our neighbors have a new yard sign advertising a man who’s running for one of our state’s prominent political offices. The person on the sign has goals very different than...
I’ve talked about hearing issues before. A couple of years ago, I wrote about the stove repairman who called while on the way to our house. My husband asked his name and I heard...
When I ride my bike, sometimes I think about my mother. She never learned how to ride a bicycle. My mother was born in 1910 and had it even been common for families to...
Most Fridays I drive up to the Mennonite produce stand about seven miles north of where I live. Their selection may be slightly less varied than one of the large farmer’s markets with a...
My husband is a hummer. I didn’t mean he has a Hummer, he does not. He is a hummer. I’d never given it much thought until the other day, when I discovered how important it is. I read, in certain Native...
A few months ago my husband brought home a Roomba. If you haven’t seen one, a Roomba is a small robotic vacuum that scoots around the house, mapping its path as it goes. I...
In the summer when I ride my bike, I sometimes pass a pretty little farmhouse that looks like it was probably built in the 1930’s. I don’t know who initially owned the place, but...
For two years, I’ve carried around an article about a ghost town seventy miles from here and decided it was the perfect destination for a socially-distant excursion — unless the ghosts turned out to...
When the coronavirus showed up, I decided it would be smart to sanitize not only the groceries ordered online and picked up curbside, but the daily newspaper and the mail as well — especially...
When our middle son was born, he had difficulty breathing and spent a few days with supplemental oxygen. I was a young mother with another seventeen-month old child at home and was heartsick...