Tucked as we are amongst the corn fields and soybeans, it’s a quiet existence.  There’s one stoplight in our tiny town.  Flags line Main Street, fluttering just above hanging baskets

Riotous, rapturous with a bit of raucous.  Those are the words on the street today. In the circle of life with its cycles and seasons, it’s the “life” part that

Being the only girl in a houseful of men is an interesting deal, to say the least.  There are no ribbons.  There are no Barbies.  There are no ponytails. Another thing

Oh.  My.  Word.  I was overwhelmed with the responses to that post.  Surely, no columnist has better readers and friends than what this girl has.  You all, quite simply, rock

Did we ever!  Oh, did we ever.  Mind our P’s and Q’s, that is. For nine days, we ‘minded’ the one small prince and the two tiny queens that came to

I’m sure my eyebrows spiked upward, hovering somewhere high above my keyboard when I heard him say it.  It was just another day in my home office, and I was

“It was a dark and stormy night.  Suddenly, a shot rang out.” 

Hitting the halfway mark, I turned around, heading back down the slight incline and thinking about the course.  This year, I’d stretched it out, jogging past the place where I

Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”