Tuesday, December 1, 2015

I could do the obvious joke about how my New Year's resolution is to quit procrastinating tomorrow. Or I could circulate one of those "Top 10 New Year's resolutions" joke lists that clog up the Internet incessantly and get forwarded to you by everyone you even remotely know (with explicit instruction to forward to 10 friends immediately or you will have horrible luck and probably die).

There is no shortage of American grain; current cash prices prove it. Corn is marking time at $2, wheat hangs just above $3 and soybeans, at $5.

Here we are in the midst of our holidays; our usual "to do" lists can nearly double during this season.

Reading this Christmas book of personal stories collected by President Carter prompted many memories shared by my father over the years.

I crawled under the covers and hoped Keith would ignore the ice cube toes I inched closer to his leg.

On the 13th day of Christmas my true love gave to me a completely unexpected gift and I had nothing in return.

(Author's note: The following column was first published the week of Christmas 1994. Now, by tradition, it returns.

Struggling in my handbag is an almost daily experience for me. Oh, I made sure to choose a bag with all the organizer pockets including one for a cell phone.

It has been said that much can be determined about the character of a man by studying the way he treats animals.

Do you think the witness protection program offers a new wardrobe? More importantly, can I enroll before I have to appear in anything "dressier" than Santa print PJs for the holidays? Not asking for much.