For the past five years, Farm and Dairy has sponsored a holiday writing contest for youth and adults.
'Tis the warm-wish sending season; the once-a-year time when family, friends and former neighbors post colorful cards and newsy letters to the lovely Catherine and me detailing their lives since last Christmas.
Every 20 seconds in America a child suffers an almost unimaginable fate. They discover that life is not, in fact, fair.
The doll carriage I played with as a child was made of real, woven wicker painted white, with a bonnet that swiveled to either head or foot.
As we round out the year, I would like take a trip to the variety store to share two special retirements and information on two Ohio State University Extension courses to be offered in the new year.
Twice, in early December, when glowering clouds veiled the skies so thickly that nothing was visible, I heard their song.
If there were a way I could grant a Christmas gift to each and every Farm and Dairy reader this holiday season, it would be a copy of Roger Welsch's book on relationships.
Last week, I had never heard of John Christy. This week, he's my hero. Christy is the director of the
Of the many memories I have of Christmas on the farm, I don't have a single memory of ever telling Santa what I wanted for Christmas.
I don't know how or why and it hardly seems possible, yet I have undeniable proof that it is. My entire life just goes right ahead and falls apart if my husband leaves the state.