When I met Bitsy, she sniffed my shoes. Maybe that’s a good sign from a cat that G said used to attack her when she visited her mom. She’s a handsome…
Bruce said, “Come and see.” I laid the handle of my manure cart against its side and walked around to the back of the manure pile. A gash had been…
One summer we harvested a gorgeous crop of grass hay. We counted 334 bales, a year’s supply but I told a friend I’d sell her some if there was extra….
1. In February the sun came out after a long month of gray skies and no shadow. Light flashed into our house with the subtlety of the tongues of flame…
Whenever I crawl under the afghan Bruce’s grandmother knitted, I feel her love wrapping around me, a firm, warm hug, though I never met her. Perhaps she prayed for me,…
Last fall, Bruce and I drove down North Avenue, past Maywood Park to a church where Kenneth Woodward, former religion editor at Newsweek and Martin Marty, Lutheran scholar, were talking about…
Since it’s the the end of January, that time when winter stretches out without much to look forward to and February can be a cruel month–Lent comes late this year and…
Booker was so ill, he needed to get to Madison for a biopsy and possible treatment. Dr. Yocum made arrangements for us to get in on an emergency basis, that…
Many people see the year turning, sigh, and say they truly hope the next year goes easier on them. There have been many years where I longed for a better year….