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...
If you subscribe to my blog via email, you have probably seen this. GoDaddy did an upgrade, and for some reason this particular post no longer exists. In order to have it show up...
I’m a reader. During this period of social distancing, logic tells me I would look for escape and choose fiction — instead, I find myself devouring a ton of non-fiction. I just finished a...
A year and a half ago I had braces put on my teeth. It was something that should’ve been done forty or fifty years earlier and finally reached a critical point when some of...
