This is not the column I intended to write today. This column should be titled, For Women Only. There are so many “to dos” on my list of columns to write, but an abrupt change in my life has put them on hold for another time.
It just doesn’t seem possible that so much water could fall from the sky, day after day after day. But it does.
(Editor’s note: In the Jan. 4 column, Boardman Police Officer Kim Kotheimer was incorrectly referred to as “Jim” in one sentence.
Last Sept. 15, Kade Kotheimer, the son of Boardman Township’s finest, Police Officer Jim Kotheimer, was injured in an accident so horrendous that he was not expected to live and lay in a coma for weeks.
This is the time of year when I like to share with you one of my mother’s columns from when she wrote for Farm and Dairy from the 1950s until her death in 1965.
(Editor’s note: Generally, Janie Jenkins’ column runs every other week and this would be her ‘off week.
How do we know when it is time? For weeks, I’ve ached when Ori winces as he eases himself down on his bed.
It very well could have been a dream. It is one of those rare bluebird days of late October with splintered sunshine and cobalt blue skies and colored leaves dancing in the wind.
