I couldn’t tell you what I had for dinner last night, but I remember September 11, 2001.
I have a solid and satisfying correspondence with a history professor friend in Pennsylvania. His name is Dave. We write each other about what…
It is summer, and it is sweltering. While I try to maintain a moderate body temperature, sitting in front of our oscillating fan, my mind occa…
When our boys were in their elementary years, I came to be good friends with the first school teacher, the kindergarten teacher of our son Joe…
The warehouse is filled thousands of seeds in all manner of packaging; from family garden kits and homesteading essentials to medicinal herb kits and small apartment gardening kits. This is where Jason Spahr and his team package, store and prep all 400 seed variations for delivery across the country.
In my previous column, I considered those physical and actual things that separate humans from each other, that separate animals from humans, …
Having written in a previous column that I’m not keen on New Year’s resolutions, I begin with a confession: I am endeavoring to practice a dry…
Take a break from thoughts of the impending winter, shorter days, the dramas being played out in our homes, our communities, the country, and …
On a lovely July evening this summer, my husband and I packed a light picnic, put camp chairs in the back of the car, and made our way to ISU’…
It’s October (or maybe early November when this reaches you), a time of year replete with significance. The days are shorter, the air brisker,…
