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...

I picked up a fan-shaped leaf. It’s from the ginkgo tree. This time of year they turn golden. One day it’s full of gold; the next day,...