Lee Farrier felt lost as a little boy, always looking for home. When feeling lost or confused, most of us are dumbfounded and not sure...

On another cold, dreary day, I’m calling women and asking if they can bake cookies for lunches-to-go, then I push on and ask if they can...

Yesterday, January 6, a son called and told me to go watch the news. I went to the internet. No television here. Mob pandemonium was what...

2020. A year for all of us to remember as different. How many times during this past year have I felt amputated? broken? defective? I...

Our grandson wrecked on a 4-wheeler the day after Christmas. Here we are at the end of 2020, and our immediate family is still reeling...

Christmas is less than a week away. I bought most gifts online, but three came from local shops. Those were the ones I wanted to...

This time last year, I’d never heard of Covid-19 or social distancing. We live in the Ozark Mountains, where the air has been of good...

I write one every year, then send it to relatives and close friends. Done this for about 45 years. It’s usually a time to update folks on...

Here we are, caught in-between my two favorite holidays. I like the tastes, smells, lights, the deeper meanings, the silliness and the...

Two days in a row, I’ve baked bread. Two days in a row, it fell and was too hard. It didn’t look right at all. What’s going on? I don’t...