Losing the battle of the bangs
Judith Sutherland recalls the short bangs she had throughout her childhood and the ritual of having them trimmed just as they reached a reasonable length.
Aging school buildings hold treasured memories
As the destruction of the buildings in her school district looms, Judith Sutherland recalls the milestones and memories they hold for her and her family.
The cycle of life is filled with gratitude
There is something about the bloom and blossom of spring that always feels like a fresh, new experience.
Loving all the hopeless things
As a child, Judith Sutherland named all the animals on her family farm. She couldn't give up on any without recognizing its wonder in the world.
Social connection is good medicine
Judith Sutherland believes there is nothing more soothing than the voice and the touch of those who have shared our common journey.
March reminds us of beautiful beginnings
Judith Sutherland recalls her father's excitement over the first signs of spring because it meant planting wasn't far behind.
Social gatherings created a sense of community
Not long ago, many people met through 4-H, bordering school events, community club gatherings or square dances.
My dad, my husband and coon hunting
Judith Sutherland recalls her father's bewilderment in regard to her husband's love of raccoon hunting.
Hard to be patient as weather warms
With the first blush of spring, regardless of what the calendar says, everyone gets a little excited.
Memories of trash and treasure: Part 2
The old farm dump site in the woods of Judith Sutherland's youth provided her and her siblings with the boards they needed to build their own treehouse.
