The noise level around us keeps rising
All through the night, especially during those nights when sleep isn't quite sleep but a semi-consciousness, sirens wail. The emergency room of a huge...
Spring brings bluebirds … and flies
Now the foaming white froth of the perfumed locust blossoms has been spent and honeysuckle has taken over the scent waves. The erratic spring...
An anniversary I’d rather not celebrate
This is anniversary month. It will not be celebrated or even observed. Don't anyone dare to wish me happy anniversary! It was one year...
Searching for sights and sounds of spring
Before launching a paean to spring — surely it is here by now — I must express fervent thanks to readers and friends who took the time and trouble to send me condolences about the Feb. 26 death of my sister, Barbara.
Photos of “family” trees fill albums
Year after year, autumn after autumn, the same trees here are photographed, from every angle, in every light. I have pictures of them when...
Little Sister and Ori together again
They are together again, Ori and Little Sister. Never before has this house been utterly silent. Never before has this house been virtually empty except for Lisa who misses her friend almost as much as I do.
Walking, resting and visiting at the Canfield Fair
With the scary hurricanes and scary tornadoes and scary severe thunderstorms swirling all around us, we keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,...
What did children do for fun before video games?
Fireflies and foxfire . . . four-leaf clovers and bare feet . . water striders and pollywogs . . . baby rabbits and big...
On My Mind: Paying respects to the good times
It usually began this time of year.
On my every-Saturday-night telephone calls to my sister in New England, I would ask, “When are you coming?”...
Bells ring in life’s fondest memories
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.
