Saturday, December 20, 2025

I've complained before about the way small appliances accumulate in my kitchen. Finding a home for them is tough.

The future of every successful dairy operation depends on a steady supply of healthy, productive replacement heifers calving between 22 and 24 months of age.

A decade ago, the most dangerous place to be in Washington was between then-Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich and a television camera.

There are few things in life more difficult than saying that final goodbye. When my father-in-law passed away unexpectedly in 1997, my husband said the suddenness of his passing was difficult to grasp, and yet a blessing in its quickness.

Last week, we talked about trends that shouldn't surprise anyone: the generation gap, agriculture beyond food and fiber, and learning to "be human.

Pardon my dust, but my home page is a mess. Worse yet, I'm expecting visitors. At least I hope I get visitors.

Generally, I shun technology. Fear it, even. I am still using a circa 1997 computer because, quite frankly, I'm scared to death of having to approach some 17-year-old employee at the equivalent of a "Techno Toys "R" Us" and showcase my pathetic ignorance.

Flip. Waddle. Flop. Splash. I'd probably see black and white birds in my sleep. I stretched back to relieve my stiffness.

Under the pile of wrapping paper left from the holidays and newspapers left from 2005 lurks some not-so-fun, 2006 items for the nation, farmers and ranchers.

Every time I hear those opening lyrics, "the hills are alive with the sound of music" I feel compelled to stop what I am doing and sing along.