As the simplicity of summertime bows to bus schedules, long days and short nights, it still makes me wistful after all these years.
Have you ever wished for a year of alone time, just traveling wherever your heart tugs you?
We are here for such a short time, a speck in the universe, and our daily concerns will fade so fast.
When a town has a birthday, every single soul becomes a candle, glowing with a type
of happy pride.
Sadness and loss come to us all, and dark times in life challenge us to find new, meaningful purpose.
While we’re talking the olden days, we might as well reminisce about all the ways we defied sure death.
Children were called upon to accomplish all sorts of things, and if a scary old grandfather asked a child to play checkers after the chores were done, there was no getting out of it.
The summer haze has combined with soggy days around this part of the Farm Belt. If weeds were worth something, we all would be rolling in money.
A simple whiff of a unique scent is capable of evoking an age-old set of memories.
I happen to be married to one of them, so I have earned the right to say that every single time I see the picture, my first thought is this: my mother-in-law was a saint!