Monday, November 30, 2015

I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.

Although my daughters are, for the most part, pretty good kids, and I shouldn't complain, I used to think no child rearing could be worse than my two little girls when they were fighting - until now that they are teens, they are both bigger than I am, and just as loud.

Winter wind, howling in the depths of December prompts us to wish to retreat to the easy chair beside the fireplace, a cup of something warm and steaming nestled in our chilly hands.

To be invoked by all PTO parents, volunteer parents, and room mothers (and fathers and "significant others") among us.

The scene, often repeated these bitterly political days, was straight out of Alice in Wonderland. On March 3, U.

A Feb. 28 decision that affects agriculture has been largely overshadowed by other news. But farms need to know about it.

It is no secret that managing a family business has its ups and downs. Some family members may not have a desire to be involved in the business, while others want to understand and manage the business, but have never been given the opportunity to participate in making decisions.

A park pavilion covered the closest dry haven for the leggy teens who intermittently showed for practice.

Farm safety was constantly a part of our dialogue over the course of my growing up years, and though I am sure we turned deaf ears to it at the time, I now can understand the enormity of it.

I didn't set out to become a sell-out. I'm just saying. For the record and all. I had no intention of becoming an impersonal cog in the corporate machine.