Friday, September 4, 2026

As we closed the door on yet another beautiful September, life shifts into a different gear. My hubby baled up a fourth crop of...

A month ago an editor friend replied to a draft copy of one of these weekly efforts with the simple email comment: “You’ve got...

Lately I’ve had a lot of time to stop and smell the roses. I’ve been taking the slow lane, enjoying the scenery. No, I’m...

Farm boys learn quickly.

I am the least-likely athletic parent you would ever want to meet. I was the two left feet, poor eyesight, quintessential last kid picked....

When my children started preschool I wanted to be involved. Being new to the community and eager to crack the code that would grant...

I took the standard boatload of back to school photos of my children this year. There are the requisite posed photos on the rock...

Forget hypochondria, the Internet can make a cyberchondriac out of a molehill – or melanoma out of a mole.

“She is four years and 364 days old and she is spinning away from me like a leaf on the breeze.” I wrote that nine...

I am happy to report that my “send a watermelon to camp” program is coming along nicely. We have come to the realization we...