Snow days aren’t all child’s play
You have no idea how many times I have thanked the good Lord for creating me in this century. He, in his infinite wisdom, knew exactly what he was doing when he put me in a time period blessed with hot running water and warm toasty furnaces.
Good life takes hard work done well
How does one define a life well lived? There are many people who would base this answer on the amount of money one has in the bank, or the vehicles parked in the garage or the number of vacations a fellow can afford in a year.
Have you ever seen boiling manure?
We needed frozen ground. Mud was getting old. Nonfarm types complained about the cold, those whose manure storages were over-full were glad to see sustained temps below freezing.
Charged on Chocolate
Though humans have been enjoying chocolate en masse for a relatively short time, the cacao bean has been around for centuries.
Millions of reasons for lobbying reform
By Capitol Hill standards, $95.5 million is chicken feed; but even chicken feed has a purpose: fatter broilers, happier hens, more eggs.
Hindsight is 20/20, a good 20 years later
I have never been terribly good at punctuality. I'm generally late for just about everything. Granted, I was born early, but that may, in fact, be the very last time I was even remotely on time.
Snowy days on saucers and sleds
My recent column about snow days prompted a few comments from friends and readers, almost all saying snow days were meant for sledding.
Winter’s discontent leads to disaster
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.
Labor: You’ll get what you pay for
Payday! Who doesn't get a good feeling knowing that a paycheck or direct deposit awaits them in an envelope or in the bank as a result of their work? I cut paychecks for our dairy's part-time employees every other Thursday night.
Where are our manners?
I presided for the first time at a Women's Club meeting and a few of the girls (I'll call us girls even though we're all over 50) had to leave early.
