Friday, November 6, 2026

Please do NOT call Children's Services on me. Despite what you may think (and what scientific evidence may have proven), exposure to the soundtrack from Saturday Night Fever does not actually constitute child abuse.

I have been thoroughly enjoying the writings of Heather Lende, a newspaper reporter in small-town Haines, Alaska.

Soothing is the contented purring of a friendly cat - its companionship helping me forget my problems and warming me by its cozy comfort.

The e-mailer was hotter than a $3 pistol. "What part of illegal don't you understand?" the opening salvo of the angry note asked after a column on immigration reform - and the lack thereof - a month ago.

It should be noted that what I lack in mechanical ability, I make up for with a complete lack of common sense.

I heard a snippet of a conversation while dashing through the grocery store not long ago. A woman, visiting from far away, judging by her New England accent, made the comment to another woman, "I am really considering moving here.

I'm intrigued by the growing "local foods" movement and direct marketing of just about anything farm-fledged.

Warmed by the sun, my bare arms feel free in the fresh spring air, and the heat that builds in my van reminds me of warmer days ahead.

While the nation's farmers leap into spring planting, this office is reluctantly digging through the winter drifts of stories gone undone.

I have spent nearly nine years teaching my children that patience is a virtue (although sadly, not one of mine) and that there are no stupid questions.