Thursday, January 16, 2025

Once again I'm sharing with you my mother's thoughts of Christmas and even though you receive this week's Farm and Dairy on Christmas Eve,...

These 8-1/2 acres I have managed to save from almost wall-to-wall development represent such a small refuge, but refuge it is, and I constantly...

They were such an unlikely pair, but pair they were. Playing together. Sleeping together. Eating together.They were Hamilton, 70 lovable pounds of boxer mix,...

No, I didn’t go horseback riding on my 87th birthday, the first time in many, many years I haven’t observed that tradition — but...

This is the first Thanksgiving in many years that I won't be cooking dinner, with all the trimmings. I've said all along I'd do Easter and Thanksgiving as long as I could and I've finally had to concede.

From the sixth floor of St. Elizabeth Medical Center, watching an electrical storm split the night sky was akin to a fantasy, perhaps dream....

For me, Christmas morning can't hold a candle to one of these rare October dawns when the sun is not quite up and the dew is heavy on the grass and contrails play tic-tac-toe in heaven's splendid blue vault.

This is not the column I intended to write today. This column should be titled, For Women Only. There are so many "to dos" on my list of columns to write, but an abrupt change in my life has put them on hold for another time.

"Take nine eggs, one-half pound of butter or a tea cup of olive oil, three cold cooked chickens or one medium-sized turkey, two or three bunches of celery .

Is anyone else old enough to remember when the worst epithet you could scream to someone on the playground who was bullying you was,...