It’s the season for celebrity sightings. Not that I’ve seen any, mind you, but folks I know have had some excitement. In our small town, we’re not exactly overrun with

I should count them all up. I really should. Bartholomew Cubbins did once, and his number was 500. “You think that’s a lot,” I wanted to say the other day

She could’ve knocked me over with a feather. “Hey,” she’d said in a breezy email, “I have a last-minute scheduling conflict. Could you host the show? It’ll be easy.” It

Note:  This Grounds for Insanity column was published in the 10/01/12 edition of The Goshen News. It had come several weeks ago, slipped into the box with the rest of

There it was in black and white. “Parents,” said the sheet that came home from school, “have your child name each member of your family. Put an ‘x’ in the

What a year it’s been. In fact, our continuing mantra, The Mister and I, is, “We just can’t pay to be bored around here.” At times, this is said with

When the skies above turn brown like mud and the national blood pressure spikes, you know it’s here. Yup. It’s Campaign 2012, and we’re up to our knees. It’s getting

Backpacks drop. Shoes, they plop. Words rush and tumble, ordinary moments weaving, thread like, on the loom, shuttle passing back and forth. And then it comes. “They’ve abandoned us,” he

“It’s a freeway out there,” she said, pointing at the road where a slew of soccer moms whizzed past. “During the summer, it slows down. Then school starts, and it’s

Finding out that you’re expecting when you weren’t expecting it is so shocking and, well, unexpected that it takes awhile to wrap your brain around it. Which, as we learned,