It's a late afternoon on a winter Saturday of my childhood. And that means the big Ferguson radio - the…
I've been looking for a particular poem for a while now. When someone used the hashtag #SherlockPoems in a Twitter…
The farmers’ market is full of strange squash and gourds and pumpkins of every color, shape, and size. Autumn – …
There's a good article in the local paper on the inexact science of school weather closing. Our recent spell of…
You see, there are all those early memories; one cannot get another set; one has but those. Willa Cather, Shadows…